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SOCIAL  HYMNS, 

AND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

ADAPTED    TO 

PRIVATE  AND  PUBLIC  WORSHIP, 

SELECTED 
FR03I  VARIOUS  AUTHORS. 

BY  ALEXANDER  S.  ROBERTSON, 

Cumberland  Presbyterian  Minister. 

"Sing  vnto  the  Lord.' a  new  Song1.'" — Psalm  cxlix. 

SECOND   EDITION,   REVISED   AND    ENLARGED. 


PITTSBURGH: 
PRINTED  BY  JOHNSTON  &  STOCKTON. 

1R39. 


[Entered  according  to  act  of  Congress,  in 
the  year  1839,  by  Alex'r  S.  Robertson, 
in  the  Clerk's  .office  of  the  District  Court 
of  the  Western  District  of  Pennsylvania.] 


PREFACE. 

It  will  be  admitted  by  most  Christians, 
that  it  is  not  only  a  duty,  but  also  an  invalu- 
able privilege,  to  celebrate,  with  gratitude  of 
heart,  and  joyful  lips,  the  praises  of  the  Lord; 
and  that  this  employment  best  corresponds 
with  the  sublime  exercises  of  the  ransomed 
around  the  throne  of  God,  which  will  be  car- 
ried on  to  all  eternity.  The  singing  of  hymns 
and  spiritual  songs  is  urged  upon  us  by  the 
apostle  Paul,  as  a  means  of  mutual  admoni- 
tion and  instruction.  Col.  3,  16. 
'  Evangelical  hymns  are  peculiarly  suited  to 
be  the  vehicle  of  Gospel  truth  to  the  young. 
It  is  a  fact,  that  unlettered  Christians  retain 
more  of  the  Gospel  in  the  words  of  the  spirit- 
ual songs  which  they  are  accustomed  to  sing, 
than  in  any  other  form.  And  children  can, 
perhaps,  be  taught  the  truths  of  religion  in  this 
way  more  effectually  than  in  any  other. 

Therefore  an  eminent  divine  has  well  re- 
marked, that  "in  times  of  revival  much  effect 
is  produced  by  the  singing;  and  perhaps  the 
character  of  the  sentiments  and  feelings  of 
young  converts  is  as  much  moulded  by  these 


IV  PREFACE. 

songs  of  Zion,  which  at  such  seasons  are  so 
frequently  sung,  as  by  all  the  discourses 
which  are  heard  from  the  pulpit."  It  is  then 
obviously  of  high  importance,  that  the  hymns 
put  in  circulation  should  be  of  the  right  kind. 

The  Editor  has  consulted  all  the  authors 
and  collections  to  which  he  could  gain  ac- 
cess; and  from  not  less  than  six  thousand 
pages,  has  compiled  the  materials  of  this 
volume,  (with  the  exception  of  a  few  hymns 
never  before  printed) — the  main  design  of 
which  is,  to  supply  the  many  demands  in 
our  bounds  with  a  choice  collection  of  hymns 
and  spiritual  songs. 

They  are  arranged  under  particular  heads, 
and  the  page  is  made  to  agree  with  the  num- 
ber of  each  hymn,  which  will  greatly  facili- 
tate the  finding  of  any  particular  one,  suited 
to  any  given  subject. 

He  has  only  to  add,  that  the  welcome  re- 
ception of  the  first  induces  him  to  publish  a 
second  edition,  earnestly  praying  that  it  may 
subserve  the  purpose  for  which  it  was  in 
tended. 

A.  S.  ROBERTSON. 

Senecaville,  Ohio,  Jan.  30,  1839. 


GENERAL  CONTENTS. 

Attributes  of  God 1  to  14 

Baptism 367  '  374 

Death 430  '  439 

Desires  and  Longings 104  '  115 

Dismission 458  '  461 

Doctrine 29     '  60 

Doxology 462  '  466 

Faith 121  '  126 

Fall  of  Man 14     '  18 

Family  Worship 168  '  188 

Fast  Day 389  '  390 

Heaven 448  '  453 

Hell 454  '  457 

Holy  Spirit  entreated 76    '88 

Invitations  and  Promises 141  '  156 

Judgment 440  '  447 

Life  and  character  of  Christ 61     '75 

Lord's  Supper 375  '  388 

Miscellaneous 492  '  532 

Missionary 417  '  423 

Pastoral 391  '  403 

Penitential 89     '.103 

Perseverance 157  '  167 

Prayer  Meeting 467  '  491 

Public  Worship 189  '  355 

Resurrection 116  '  120 

Sabbath 356  '  366 

Salvation 134  '  140 

Scripture 19    '  28 

Sincerity .127  '  133 

Spiritual  Songs 533  '  576 

The  Christian 404  '  416 

Time  and  Eternity 424  '  429 


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SOCIAL  HYMNS. 


Attributes   of  God. 

1.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Steele, 

1  AWAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song 

To  our  incarnate  Lord! 
Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 

2  That  awful  Word,  that  sov'reign  Power. 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  made, 
(O  happy  morn!  illustrious  hour.'j 
Was  once  in  flesh  arrayed. 

3  Then  shone  Almighty  Power  and  Love, 

In  all  their  glorious  forms, 
When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above, 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

4  Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs, 

To  hail  the  joyful  day: 
With  rapture,  then,  let  mortal  tongues 
Their  grateful  worship  pay. 

5  What  glory,  Lord,  to  thee  is  due! 

With  wonder  we  adore! 
But  could  we  sing  as  angels  do, 
The  theme  demands  still  more. 


2-3  ATTRIBUTES   OF   GOD. 

2.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns,  enthroned  on  high; 
His  robes  are  light  and  majesty; 

His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe; 
His  justice  guards  his  holy  law; 
His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face; 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  works  his  wisdom  shines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs; 

His  power  is  sov'reign  to  fulfil 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  the  Lord  now  condescend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend? 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join; 
Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  be  mine: 

3.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts. 

1  WE  sing  the  majesty  of  God, 

Whose  wisdom  spread  the  heavens  abroad; 
To  Him  creation  owes  its  birth; 
His  mighty  arm  sustains  the  earth. 

2  The  evening  shade,  the  morning  light, 
The  sun  by  day,  and  stars  by  night, 
Unite  their  voices,  to  proclaim 

The  awful  grandeur  of  his  name. 

3  He  sees  our  griefs  with  pitying  eyes; 
His  liberal  hand  our  need  supplies; 
From  Him  full  streams  of  mercy  flow, 
To  cheer  this  gloomy  vale  below. 


ATTRIBUTES   OF   GOD.  4-5 

4  Thou  God  of  grace  and  matchless  power, 
With  reverence  we  thy  name  adore; 
To  thee  our  grateful  songs  we  raise, 
Though  feeble  are  our  notes  of  praise. 

4.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts. 

1  GREAT  God!  how  infinite  art  thou! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view; 
To  thee,  there's  nothing  old  appears; 
To  thee,  there's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on, 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God!  how  infinite  art  thou! 

What  worthless  worms  are  wef 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

5.  HYMN.    S.  M.  Watts. 
1  OH  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 
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6  ATTRIBUTES  OF   GOD. 

2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins, 

Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave; 
He  that  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save- 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good; 

He  gives  the  sutferers  rest; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud. 
And  justice  for  th'  oppressed. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known; 
But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 

By  his  beloved  Son. 
6.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts. 

1  IN  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  formed  within; 


ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOI).  I 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  Oh  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high. 

Where  can  a  creature  hide? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  J  lie, 
Enclosed  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

7.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Waits. 

1  WHAT  is  our  God,  or  what  his  name, 
Nor  men  can  learn,  nor  angels  teach; 
He  dwells  concealed  in  radiant  flame, 
Where  neither  eyes  nor  thoughts  can  reach . 

2  The  spacious  worlds  of  heavenly  light, 
Compared  with  him,  how  short  they  fall! 
They  are  too  dark,  and  he  too  bright; 
Nothing  are  they,  and  God  is  all. 

3  He  spoke  the  wondrous  word,  and  lo! 
Creation  rose  at  his  command; 
Whirlwinds  and  seas  their  limits  knowy, 
Bound  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand. 

4  There  rests  the  earth,  there  roll  the  spheres, 
There  nature  leans,  and  feels  her  prop; 
But  his  own  self-sufficience  bears 

The  weight  of  his  own  glories  up. 

5  The  tide  of  creatures  ebbs  and  flows, 
Measuring  their  changes  by  the  moon; 
No  ebb  his  sea  of  glory  knows; 

His  age  is  one  eternal  noon. 


8-9  ATTRIBUTES   OF   GOD. 

6  Then  fly,  my  song,  an  endless  round, 
The  lofty  tune  let  Gabriel  raise; 
All  nature  dwell  upon  the  sound; 
But  we  can  ne'er  fulfil  the  praise. 

8.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Rowe. 

1  LORD,  what  is  man,  that  he  should  prove 
The  object  of  thy  boundless  love? 

Say,  why  should  he  so  largely  share 
Thy  favor,  and  thy  tender  care? 

2  While  these  my  lips  draw  vital  breath, 
Or  till  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  wondrous  love, 
Nor  thoughtless  of  thy  kindness  prove. 

3  Beneath  thy  shadowing  wings'  defence 
I'll  place  my  only  confidence: 

In  every  danger  and  distress, 
To  thee  will  I  my  prayer  address. 

4  Should  all  my  hopes  on  earth  be  lost, 
In  thee  I'll  make  my  constant  boast; 
I'll  spread  the  glories  of  thy  name, 
And  thy  unbounded  love  proclaim. 

9.  HYMN.    CM.  Cowper. 

1  GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea. 
And  rides  upon  the  storm! 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 


ATTRIBUTES  OF   GOD.  10 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace; ' 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

10.     CONDESCENSION.    CM. 

1  WHEN  the  Eternal  bows  the  skies, 

To  visit  earthly  things; 
With  scorn  divine  he  turns  his  eyes 
From  towers  of  haughty  kings. 

2  He  bids  his  awful  chariot  roll, 

Far  downward  from  the  skies, 
To  visit  every  humble  soul, 
With  pleasure  in  his  eyes. 

3  Why  should  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 

Disdain  so  lofty  kings? 
Say,  Lord,  and  why  such  looks  of  love 
Upon  such  worthless  things? 

4  Mortals,  be  dumb; — what  creature  dares 

Dispute  his  awful  will? 


11  ATTRIBUTES   OF   GOD. 

Ask  no  account  of  his  affairs, 

But  tremble,  and  be  still. 
5  Just  like  his  nature  is  his  grace, 

All  sovereign  and  all  free; 
Great  God,  how  searchless  are  thy  ways! 

How  deep  thy  judgments  be! 

11.      GOD  ALMIGHTY.    L.  M. 

1  GIVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 

Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'r; 
Ascribe  due  honors  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud, 

O'er  the  vast  ocean  and  the  land; 
His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  speaks,  and  howling  tempests  rise, 

And  lay  the  forest  bare  around; 
The  fiercest  beasts,  with  piteous  cries, 
Confess  the  terror  of  the  sound. 

4  His  thunders  rend  the  vaulted  skies, 

And  palaces  and  temples  shake: 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noise, 
The  valleys  roar,  the  deserts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  sits  sov'reign  o'er  the  flood; 

The  Thund'rer  reigns  for  ever  King; 
But  makes  his  church  his  blest  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 

6  We  see  no  terrors  in  his  name, 

But  in  our  God  a  Father  find: 
The  voice,  that  shakes  all  nature's  frame. 
Speaks  comfort  to  the  pious  mind. 


ATTRIBUTES   OF    GOD.  12-13 

12.  GOD  IS  LOVE.    C.  M. 

1  AMID  the  splendors  of  thy  state, 

My  God,  thy  love  appears 
With  the  soft  radiance  of  the  moon 
Among  a  thousand  stars. 

2  Nature  through  all  her  ample  round, 

Thy  boundless  power  proclaims, 
And,  in  melodious  accent,  speaks 
The  goodness  of  thy  names. 

3  Thy  justice,  holiness,  and  truth, 

Our  solemn  awe  excite; 
But  the  sweet  charms  of  sovereign  grace 
O'erwhelm  us  with  delight. 

4  Sinai,  in  clouds,  and  smoke,  and  fire, 

Thunders  thy  dreadful  name; 
But  Sion  sings,  in  melting  notes, 
The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

5  In  all  thy  doctrines  and  commands, 

Thy  counsels  and  designs, 
In  every  work  thy  hands  have  fram'd, 
Thy  love  supremely  shines. 

6  Angels  and  men  the  news  proclaim 

Through  earth  and  heaven  above, 
The  joyful,  the  transporting  news, 
That  God  the  Lord  is  Love! 

13.  UNITY  OF  GOD.    L.  M. 
1  ETERNAL  God,  almighty  cause 

Of  earth,  and  seas  and  worlds  unknown! 
All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws; 
All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 


14  FALL  OF  MAN. 

2  Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 

Of  all  within  itself  possest; 
By  none  controll'd  in  thy  commands, 
And  in  thyself  completely  blest. 

3  To  thee  alone  ourselves  we  owe; 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  due  homage  pay: 
All  other  gods  we  disavow, 

Deny  their  claims,  renounce  their  sway. 

4  In  thee,  O  Lord,  our  hope  shall  rest, 

Fountain  of  peace  and  joy  and  love! 
Thy  favor  only  makes  us  blest; 

Without  thee  all  would  nothing  prove. 

5  Worship  to  thee  alone  belongs; 

Worship  to  thee  alone  we  give; 
Thine  be  our  hearts  and  thine  our  songs, 
And  to  thy  glory  we  would  live. 

6  Spread  thy  great  name   through  heathen 

Their  idol-deities  dethrone;  [lands, 

Subdue  the  world  to  thy  commands, 
And  reign  as  thou  art,  God  alone. 

14.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  ON  man,  in  his  own  image  made, 

How  much  did  God  bestow, 

The  whole  creation  homage  paid, 

And  own'd  him  Lord  below! 

2  He  dwelt  in  Eden's  garden,  stor'd 

With  sweets  for  every  sense; 
And  there,  with  his  descending  Lord, 
He  walked  in  confidence. 

3  But,  oh!  by  sin  how  quickly  chang'd, 

His  honor  forfeited, 


FALL   OF   MAN.  15 

His  heart  from  God  and  truth  estrang'd, 
His  conscience  fill'd  with  dreadl 

4  Now  from  his  Maker's  voice  he  flees, 

Which  was  before  his  joy; 
And  thinks  to  hide,  amidst  the  trees, 
From  an  all-seeing  eye. 

5  Compell'd  to  answer  to  his  name; 

With  stubbornness  and  pride, 
He  cast  on  God  himself  the  blame, 
Nor  once  for  mercy  cried. 

6  But  grace  unask'd,  his  heart  subdu'd 

And  all  his  guilt  forgave; 
By  faith  the  promis'd  seed  he  view'd, 
And  felt  his  power  to  save. 

15.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  BACKWARD  with  humbleshame  we  look, 

On  our  original; 
How  is  our  nature  dashed  and  broke, 
In  our  first  father's  fall! 

2  To  all  that's  good,  averse  and  blind, 

But  prone  to  all  that's  ill, 
What  dreadful  darkness  veils  our  mind, 
How  obstinate  our  will! 

3  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wondrous  love 

Can  make  our  nature  clean, 
While  Christ  and  grace  prevail  above 

The  tempter,  death  and  sin. 
The  second  Adam  shall  restore 

The  ruins  of  the  first; 
Hosanna  to  that  sovereign  power 

That  new-creates  our  dust, 


1G-17  FALL   OF   31  AN. 

16.  CORRUPT  NATURE.  C.  M. 

1  BLESS'D  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 

Adam,  our  father,  stood, 
Till  he  debas'd  his  soul  to  sense, 
And  ate  the  unlawful  food. 

2  Now  we  are  born  a  sensual  race, 

To  sinful  joys  inclin'd; 
Reason  has  lost  its  native  place, 
And  flesh  enslaves  the  mind. 

3  While  flesh  and  sense  and  passion  reigns, 

Sin  is  the  sweetest  good: 
We  fancy  music  in  our  chains, 
And  so  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God.  renew  our  ruin'd  frame, 

Our  broken  powers  restore, 
Inspire  us  with  a  heavenly  flame, 
And  flesh  shall  reign  no  more. 

5  Eternal  Spirit,  write  thy  law 

Upon  our  inward  pans, 
And  let  the  second  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 

17.  Vision  of  dry  bones.  L.  M.    Doddridge] 

1  LOOK  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie; 

Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughtered  heaps  around. 

2  And  can  these  mould'ring  corpses  live? 
And  can  these  perish'd  bones  revive? — 
That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known; 
That  wondrous  work  is  all  thine  own. 


FALL   OF   MAN.  18 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain; 
In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 
But  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 
Life  spreads  thro'  all  the  realms  of  death: 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  pow'rful  voice; 
They  move — they  waken — they  rejoice. 

18.         EVIL  OF  SIN.    L.  M. 

1  GOD,  from  his  throne,  with  piercing  eye, 
Naked  does  every  heart  behold; 

But  seldom,  till  we  come  to  die, 
Will  he  to  us  the  view  unfold. 

2  Should  sin,  in  naked  form  appear, 
Just  as  it  rises  in  the  heart, 

And  others  know  and  see  it  there 
In  ev'ry  feeling,  every  thought; 

3  The  fire  of  hell  must  kindle  soon, 
How  envy  and  revenge  would  flame! 
One  heart  would  urge  another  on, 
Till  rage  and  vengeance  want  a  name! 

4  Sin  in  its  nature  would  appear 
A  living  death,  to  form  a  hell; 

The  worst  of  mis'ries  creatures  fear, 
The  worst  of  plagues  the  tongue  can  tell. 

5  Unveil'd  and  naked  ev'ry  heart 
Before  the  judgment  seat  must  stand, 
Sin  act  no  more  a  double  part, 

But  meet  a  death  from  its  own  hand. 

6  The  fiery  lake  must  hotter  grow 
From  the  fierce  clash  of  sinful  souls; 


19-20  SCRIPTURE. 

Each  bosom  like  a  furnace  glow, 
Nor  God  the  rage  or  fire  control. 

19.  HYMN.    L  M.  Watts. 

1  GOD,  who  in  various  methods  told, 
His  mind  and  will  to  saints  of  old, 
Sent  his  own  son  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  these  latter  days. 

2  Our  nation  reads  the  written  word, 
That  book  of  life,  that  sure  record: 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heaven, 
Is  by  the  sweet  conveyance  given. 

3  God's  kindest  thoughts  are  here  express'd; 
Able  to  make  us  wise  and  bless'd, 
The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye  people  all,  who  read  his  love, 
In  long  epistles  from  above, 
Proclaim  abroad  his  sacred  word 
In  every  land,  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

20.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts. 

1  LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 

I  fly  to  thee  my  Lord: 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace, 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage: 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face, 
Almost  in  every  page. 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown: 


SCRIPTURE.  21 

That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 

Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 
Here  consecrated  water  flows, 

To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 
This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 

Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 
O!  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road, 

That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

21.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts. 

THE  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 
What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe; 
But  'tis  the  gospel  must  reveal, 
Where  lies  our  strength  to  do  bis  will. 
The  law  discovers  guilt  and  sin. 
And  shows  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been; 
Only  the  gospel  can  express, 
Forgiving  love  and  cleansing  grace. 
What  curses  doth  the  law  denounce, 
Against  the  man  that  fails  but  once? 
But  in  the  gospel  Christ  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  numerous  years. 
My  soul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw, 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law! 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gospd  gives; 
The  man  that  trusts  the  promise  lives. 


22-23  SCRIPTURE. 

22.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts. 

1  The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord! 
In  every  star  thy  goodness  shines: 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  Avord, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess; 
But  the  bless'd  volume  thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  thy  praise 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
Ittouch'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 
Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  sun  of  righteousness  arise, 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise; 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  souls  renew'd  and  sins  forgiven; 
Lord  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

23.  HYMN.     CM.  Rippoi 
1  HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 


SCRIPTURE.  24-25 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 
Life,  light  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

24.  HYMN.    7s.  Watts. 
HOLY  Bible!  book  divine! 

Precious  treasure!  thou  art  mine! 
Mine,  to  teach  me  whence  I  came; 
Mine  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 
Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove: 
Mine,  to  show  a  Saviour's  love: 
Mine  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet: 
Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 
Mine  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless; 
Mine,  to  show  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 
Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom; 
O  thou  precious  book  divine! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine. 

25.  HYMN.     CM.  Steele. 
1  FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word. 

What  endless  glory  shines! 
Forever  be  thy  name  ador'd. 
For  these  celestial  lines. 


26  SCKIPTURE. 

2  Here,  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want, 

Exhaustless  riches  find; 
Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

5  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near, 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

26.  HYMN.    CM.      Doddridge. 

1  AND  art  thou  with  us,  gracious  Lord, 

To  dissipate  our  fear? 
Dost  thou  proclaim  thyself  our  God, 
Our  God  forever  near? 

2  Dost  thou  a  father's  pity  feel 

For  all  thy  humble  saints? 
And  in  such  friendly  accents  speak, 
To  sooth  their  sad  complaints? 

3  Why  droop  our  hearts?  Why  flow  our  eyes 

While  such  a  voice  we  hear? 
Why  rise  our  sorrows  and  our  fears, 
While  such  a  friend  is  near? 

4  To  all  thine  other  favors  add 

A  heart  to  trust  thy  word; 


SCRIPTURE.  27-28 

And  death  itself,  shall  hear  us  sing, 
While  resting  on  the  Lord. 

27.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  SHALL  atheists  dare  insult  the  cross 

Of  our  Redeemer  God? 
Shall  infidels  reproach  his  laws, 
Or  trample  on  his  blood? 

2  What  if  he  chose  mysterious  ways, 

To  cleanse  us  from  our  faults? 
May  not  the  works  of  sovereign  grace 
Transcend  our  feeble  thoughts? 

3  What  if  the  gospel  bids  us  fight 

With  flesh,  and  self,  and  sin? 

The  prize  is  most  divinely  bright, 

Which  we  are  call'd  to  win. 

4  What  if  the  foolish,  and  the  poor, 

His  glorious  grace  partake? 
This  but  confirms  his  truth  the  more, 

For  so  the  prophets  spake. 
Do  some,  that  own  his  sacred  name, 

Indulge  their  souls  in  sin? 
Jesus  should  never  bear  the  blame, 

His  laws  are  pure  and  clean. 
6  Then  let  our  faith  grow  firm  and  strong, 

Our  lips  profess  his  word; 
Nor  blush,  nor  fear  to  walk  among 

The  men  that  love  the  Lord. 

28.  CRUCIFIXION.    L.  M. 

1  YE  that  pass  by,  behold  the  Man! 
The  Man  of  Grief,  condemned  for  you! 
3 


29  DOCTRINE. 

The  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain — 
Weeping,  to  Calvary  pursue. 

2  Behold  his  temples  crowned  with  thorn! 
His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide! 
His  streaming  feet  transfixed  and  torn! 
The  fountain  gushing  from  his  side! 

3  O  Thou  dear  suffering  Son  of  God, 
How  doth  thy  heart  to  sinners  move! 
Sprinkle  on  us  thy  precious  blood, 
And  melt  us  with  thy  dying  love. 

4  The  earth  could  to  her  centre  quake, 
Convulsed  when  her  Creator  died; 
Oh  let  our  inmost  nature  shake, 
And  bow  to  Thee,  Thou  Crucified! 

29.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Watts. 

1  CHRIST  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme, 

The  royst'ries  that  we  speak, 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jew's  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls  enlightened  from  above, 

With  joy  receive  the  word; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  power  and  love, 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  savour  of  his  name, 

Restores  their  fainting  breath; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  and  fear,  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 

Like  showers  of  heavenly  rain, 
Jn  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 


DOCTRINE.  30-31 

30.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Watts, 

1  HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  bill; 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues. 
And  words  of  peace  reveal! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice! 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are! 
"  Zion  behold  thy  Saviour-king, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought  but  never  found! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  joined  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ: 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm, 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad! 
Let  every  nation  now  behold, 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

31.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts. 

1  THE  Lord,  descending  from  above, 

Invites  his  children  near; 
While  power  and  truth,  and  boundless  love, 

Display  their  glories  here. 


32  DOCTRlW 

2  Here,  in  thy  gospel's  wondrous  frame, 

Fresh  wisdom  we  pursue; 
A  thousand  angels  learn  thy  name. 
Beyond  whate'erthey  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  fairest  lines. 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace; 
Wisdom  through  all  the  mystery  shines, 
And  shines  in  Jesus'  face. 

4  The  law  its  best  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God! 
And  thy  revenging  justice  shows 
Its  honors  in  his  blood. 

5  But  still  the  lustre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs; 
Gilds  the  whole  scene  with  brighter  rays, 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

32.  HYMN.     CM.  Watts. 

1  JOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come, 

Let  earth  receive  her  King; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ; 
While  iielu^and  flood,  rocks,hillsandplains. 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow. 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground: 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace. 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 


DOCTRINE.  33-34 

The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
Aud  wonders  of  his  love. 

33.  HYMN.    L.  BL  Watts. 

1  NOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song! 
Awake  my  soul,  awake  my  tongue, 
Hosanna  to  the  eternal  name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus"  face. 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace: 
God  in  the  person  of  his  Son. 

Hath  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood. 
Proclaim  the  wise  and  powerful  God; 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar. 
Sparkle  in  the  ever  rolling  star. 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  stands. 
The  noblest  labor  of  thine  hands: 
Tne  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 
Outshine  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

5  Grace.'  "tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name: 
Ye  angel?  dwell  upon  the  sound; 

Ye  heavens  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

6  O  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face! 
Where  all  his  beauties  ycu  behold. 
And  sing  his  name  on  harps  of  gold. 

34.  HY3LV     C  31.  Traits. 

1  OUR  God!  how  firm  his  promise  stands, 
E'en  when  he  hides  his  face; 


35-36  DOCTRINE. 

He  trusts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
His  glory  and  his  grace. 

2  Then  why,  my  soul,  these  sad  complaints, 

Since  Christ  and  we  are  one? 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  saints, 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  Beneath  his  smiles  my  heart  hath  lived, 

And  part  of  heaven  possessed; 
I  praise  his  name  for  grace  received, 
And  trust  him  for  the  rest. 

35.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts. 

1  HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 

To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God! 
But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 
And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord, 

Join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace; 
Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 

And  fills  all  heaven  with  endless  praise. 

3  Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  long, 

My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies; 
Hope  is  my  anchor  firm  and  strong, 
While  tempests  blow  and  billows  rise. 

4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirits  up; 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope 
In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 

36.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts. 
1  JESUS!  with  all  thy  saints  above, 

My  tongue  would  bear  her  part, 


DOCTRINE.  37 

Would  sound  aloud  thy  saving  love, 
And  sing  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Blessed  be  the  Lamb,  my  dearest  Lord, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quenched  his  Father's  flaming  sword 
In  his  own  vital  flood: 

3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  soul 

From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
And  sent  the  lion  down  to  howl 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

And  never  ceasing  praise, 
While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  saints  to  feel  his  grace. 

37.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Watts. 

1  ARISE,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers, 

And  triumph  in  my  God; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  raised  me  from  the  depths  of  sin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  fixed  my  standing  more  secure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Beneath  my  soul  he  placed, 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  set 
My  slippery  footsteps  fast. 

4  The  city  of  my  blest  abode 

Is  walled  around  with  grace: 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 


38  DOCTRINE. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  sharpest  spite, 

And  all  his  legions  roar; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  power. 

6  Arise,  my  soul!  awake,  my  voice! 

And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing: 
Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

38.  HYMN.     CM.  Watts. 

1  DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 

My  Jesus  and  my  God! 
Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood! 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  smiles  again; 
'Tis  by  thy  interceding  breath 
The  spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find, 
The  holy,  just  and  sacred  Three. 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear. 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins; 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely. 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  th'  incarnate  mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 


D0CTE1NE.  39-40 

39.  HYMN.     CM.  Watts. 

1  CHRIST  is  the  way  to  heavenly  bliss, 

And  Christ,  the  only  door: 
My  soul,  pursue  no  way  but  this, 
For  this  alone  is  sure. 

2  Tis  through  this  door,  and  this  alone, 

That  thou  art  led  to  God; 
Rest,  then,  on  what  thy  Lord  has  done, 
And  plead  his  precious  blood. 

3  This  door  will  lead  thee  safe  to  heaven, 

And  give  thee  entrance  in; 
And  God  will  own  thy  sins  forgiven, 
However  vile  they've  been. 

40.  HYMN.     S.  M.       Doddridge. 
I  GRACE, 'tis  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  the  ear! 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound. 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 
3  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man: 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  displays 

Which  drew  the  wond'rousplan. 
B  [Grace  first  inscribed  my  name 

In  God's  eternal  book; 
'Twas  grace  that  gave  me  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  all  my  sorrows  took.] 
Grace  led  my  roving  feet, 

To  tread  the  heav'nly  road; 
And  new  supplies,  each  hour,  I  meet, 

WJfile  passing  on  to  God. 


41-42  DOGTKINE. 

5  [Grace  taught  my  soul  to  pray, 

And  made  my  eyes  o'erflow; 
'Twas  grace  that  kept  me  to  this  day, 
And  will  not  let  me  go.] 

6  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Thro'  everlasting  days; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone; 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

41.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Swain. 

1  WHY  should  the  saints  be  fill'd  with  dread 

Or  yield  their  joys  to  slavish  fear? 
Heav'n  can't  be  full,  which  holds  the  head, 
Till  ev'ry  member's  present  there. 

2  In  heav'n  the  head — the  members  here — 

Ten  thousand  thousand  yet  but  one! 
So  far  asunder,  yet  so  near! 

Some  yet  unborn;  some  round  the  throne. 

3  How  bright  eternal  wisdom  shines, 

When  it  displays  eternal  love; 
Instructing  by  these  dazzling  lines, 
The  earth  beneath,  and  heaven  above! 

42.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Watts. 

1  NO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more, 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  son. 

2  Now  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross, 


DOCTRINE.  43 

Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake: 
O  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 

And  of  his  righteousness  partake! 
The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 

By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

43.  HYMN.    CM,  Watts. 

AWAKE  my  heart,  arise  my  tongue, 

Prepare  a  tuneful  voice; 
In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 

Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 
'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  soul, 

And  made  salvation  mine; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 

He  makes  his  graces  shine. 
And  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 

Should  on  my  soul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 

And  cast  it  all  around. 
How  far  the  heavenly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear! 
These  ornaments  how  bright  they  shine, 

How  white  the  garments  are. 
The  Spirit  wrought  ray  faith  and  love, 

And  hope  and  every  grace; 
But  Jesus  spent  his  life  to  work 

The  robe  of  righteousness. 
Strangely,  my  soul,  art  thou  array'd 

By  the  great  sacred  Three; 


44-45  DOCTRINE. 

In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise 
Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 

44.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Watts 

1  THE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 

Let  all  the  nations  fear; 
Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  saints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns; 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord, 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  stands  his  throne, 

His  honors  are  divine; 
His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name! 

How  terrible  his  praise! 
Justice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

45.  HYMN.     CM. 

1  LOVERS  of  pleasures  more  than  God; 

For  you  he  suffered  pain; 
Swearers,  for  you  he  spilt  his  blood, 
And  shall  he  bleed  in  vain? 

2  Misers,  his  life  for  you  he  paid, 

Your  basest  crimes  he  bore; 
Drunkards,  your  sins  on  him  were  laid, 
That  you  might  sin  no  more. 

3  The  God  of  love  to  earth  he  came, 

That  you  might  come  to  heaven: 


DOCTRINE.  40-47 

Believe,  believe  in  Jesus'  name. 

And  all  your  sin  's  forgiven. 
1  Believe  in  him  who  died  for  thee, 

And  sure  as  he  hath  died, 
Thy  debt  is  paid,  thy  soul  is  free, 

And  thou  art  justified. 

46.  HYMN.     CM. 

I  GREAT  God!  to  me  the  sight  afford, 
To  him  of  old  allow'd; 
And  let  my  faith  behold  its  Lord, 
Descending  in  a  cloud! 
I  In  thy  good  Spirit,  Lord,  come  down, 
Thine  attributes  proclaim, 
And  to  my  inmost  soul  make  known 
The  glories  of  thy  name. 

3  Jehovah,  Christ,  I  thee  adore, 

Who  gav'st  my  soul  to  be! 
Fountain  of  being,  and  of  power, 
And  great  in  majesty. 

4  The  Lord,  the  mighty  God  thou  art, 

But  let  me  rather  prove, 
That  name  inspoken  to  my  heart, 
That  favorite  name  of  Love. 

5  Merciful  God,  thyself  proclaim 

In  this  polluted  breast; 
Mercy  is  thy  distinguished  name, 
And  suits  the  sinner  best. 

47.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts. 
1  FROM  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts, 

To  thee,  ray  God,  I  raise  ray  cries; 


48  DOCTKINE. 

If  thou  severely  mark  our  faults, 

No  flesh  can  stand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  hast  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Free  to  dispense  thy  pardons  there, 
That  sinners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 

And  look  and  wish  for  breaking  day; 
So  waits  my  soul  before  thy  gate; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  display? 

4  My  trust  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 

Nor  shall  I  trust  thy  word  in  vain: 

Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 

And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace. 

Through  the  Redemption  of  his  Son; 
He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways, 

And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

48.  HYMN.     CM.  Watts. 

1  MY  Saviour,  my  Almighty  friend, 

When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

Thy  goodness  I  adore! 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  my  Father  God. 


DOCTRINE.  49 

4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vict'ries  of  my  King! 
My  soul  redeem'd  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

49.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Gibbon. 

1  FORGIVENESS!  'tis  a  joyful  souud 

To  malefactors  doom'd  to  die: 
Publish  the  bliss  the  world  around; 
Ye  seraphs,  shout  it  from  the  sky. 

2  'Tis  the  rich  gift  of  love  divine; 

'Tis  full,  out-measuring  every  crime, 
Unclouded  shall  its  glories  shine, 

And  feel  no  change  by  changing  time. 

3  O'er  sins  unnumber'd  as  the  sand, 

And  like  the  mountains  for  their  size, 
The  seas  of  sovereign  grace  expand, 
The  seas  of  sovereign  grace  arise. 

4  For  this  stupendous  love  of  heaven, 

What  grateful  honor  shall  we  show? 
Where  much  transgression  is  forgiven, 
Let  love  in  equal  ardor  glow. 

5  By  this  inspir'd,  let  all  our  days 

With  various  holiness  be  crown'd: 
Let  truth  and  goodness,  prayer  and  praise; 
In  all  abide,  in  all  abound, 


50-51  DOCTRINE. 

50.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Watts. 

1  BEHOLD  what  wondrous  grace 

The  Father  has  bestow'd 

On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 

To  call  them  sons  of  God! 

2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing, 

That  we  should  be  unknown; 
The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  there, 
We  shall  be  like  our  head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  cleanse  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne; 
My  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

51.  HYMN.     C.  M.       Doddridge. 

1  SOVEREIGN  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Allow  my  humble  claim; 
Nor,  while  a  worm  would  raise  its  head, 

Disdain  a  father's  name. 


DOCTRINE.  52 

2  My  Father,  God!  how  sweet  the  sound! 

How  tender,  and  how  dear! 
Not  all  the  harmony  of  heaven 
Could  so  delight  the  ear. 

3  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  thy  name 

On  my  expanding  heart; 
And  show,  that  in  Jehovah's  grace, 
I  share  a  filial  part. 

4  Cheer'd  by  a  signal  so  divine, 

Unwav'ring  1  believe; 
And  Abba,  Father,  humbly  cry, 
Nor  can  the  sign  deceive. 

52.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Watts. 

1  THE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 

I  shall  be  well  supplied; 

Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  want  beside? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows; 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear; 
Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  Death's  dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 
4 


53-54  DOCTRINE. 

53.  HYMN.     CM.  Watts. 

1  MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 

My  everlasting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 

And  this  inferior  clod! 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joy, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health  and  safe  abode; 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  all  these  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

4  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compared  to  thee! 
Or  what's  my  safety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me? 

5  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own; 
Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

6  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore: 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

54.  HYMN.    S.M.  Watts. 

I  MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 

To  thee,  to  thee  I  call; 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 

For  thou  art  all  in  all. 


DOCTRINE.  55 

2  [The  smilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are! 
'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  else  but  there.] 

3  [To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss: 
They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is.] 

4  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

5  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll; 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

6  [To  thee  my  spirits  fly, 

With  infinite  desire; 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie! 
Dear  Jesus,  raise  me  higher.] 

55.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Watts, 

1  GOD,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 

My  help  forever  near; 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 

Through  life's  bewilder'd  race; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  1  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me; 


56  DOCTRINE. 

And  whilst  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint; 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  Behold,  the  sinners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  presence  die; 
Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love, 
Can  save  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ; 
My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

56.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Watts. 

1  FAR  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone; 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see: 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love, 
Bring  down  a  taste  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wine. 

3  Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare! 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

4  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine! 
In  thee,  thy  Father's  glories  shine; 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  one, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known. 


DOCTRINE. 


57-58 


57.  Young  Persons  entreated.  C.  M. 

1  BESTOW,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth, 
The  gift  of  saving  grace; 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 
S  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 
Of  pure  and  heav'nly  root; 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 
And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

3  Ye  careless  ones,  O  hear  betimes, 

The  voice  of  sovereign  love; 
Your  youth  is  stained  with  many  crimes, 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 

4  True,  you  are  young,  but  there's  a  stone 

Within  the  youngest  breast, 
Or  half  the  crimes  which  you  have  done, 
Would  rob  you  of  your  rest. 

5  For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made, 

Oh,  join  the  public  prayer! 

For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed, 

O  shed  yourselves  a  tear. 

6  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove, 

The  spirit's  power  to  teach; 
You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 
That  Jesus  whom  we  preach. 

58.  HYMN.     CM.  Watts. 
1  LORD,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence  or  to  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 


39  DOCTRINE. 

2  Thy  all  surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest; 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
The  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  thee,  Lord, 

Before  they're  form'd  within; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
Thou  know'st  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  O  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high; 

Where  can  a  creature  hide? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Securd  by  sov'reign  love. 

59.  HYMN.     CM.  Haiti. 

1  OH  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways, 

To  keep  his  statutes  still! 
Oh  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace, 
To  know  and  do  his  will. 

2  Oh  send  thy  spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart, 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  oft*  my  eyes; 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desire,  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere: 


DOCTRINE.  60 

Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 
5  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 
'Tis  a  delightful  road: 

Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 

60.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts, 

1  LONG  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name, 

My  King,  my  God,  my  love; 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same, 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  power  unknown, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great; 

I'll  sing  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 

Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  sacred  song 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name. 

And  children  learn  thy  ways; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date, 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known; 
Thine  arm  of  power,  thy  heav'nly  state, 
With  public  splendor  shown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands, 

Thy  saints  are  ruled  by  love; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  stands, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 


61-62       LIFE  AND   CHARACTER 

Iiife  and  Character  of  Christ. 

61.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts. 

1  COME  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 

With  new  melodious  songs, 

Come,  render  to  Almighty  grace 

The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 

That  pity'd  dying  man, 
The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  arm'd 

With  a  revenging  rod, 
No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 
When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here  sinners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

62.  HYMN.    L.M.  IVatts. 

1  DEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul. 

2  In  long  complaints  he  spends  his  breath, 
While  hosts  of  hell,  and  powers  of  death, 
And  all  the  sons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curs'd  design. 


OF  CHRIST.  OS 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  power  and  love, 
Has  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove; 
Those  dreadful  suff  'rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  crimes  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honors  of  thy  law  restor'd: 

His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  O!  for  his  sake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live: 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turned  to  shame. 

63.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts. 

1  OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead; 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high: 

The  powers  of  Hell  are  captive  led — 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chauntthe  solemn  lay: — 

"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
"  Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way!" 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene: 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right: 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

4  "  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who?" 
The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame; 
The  world,  sin,  death  and  hell  o'erthrewr 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

5  Lo!  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chaunt  the  solemn  lay: 


64  LIFE   AND   CHARACTER 

"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
"  Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way!" 
6  "Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who?" 
The  Lord  of  boundless  power  possestl 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too; 
God  over  all,  forever  blest! 

64.  HYMN.     C=  M.  Stennett. 

1  THY  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord, 

With  transport  all  divine; 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, 
Thy  love  in  ev'ry  line. 

2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face, 
While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms, 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3  "  I  take  these  little  lambs,"  said  he, 

"  And  lay  them  in  my  breasts 
"  Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, 
"  In  me  be  ever  blest. 

4  "  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 

"'But  can't  dissolve  my  love! 
"  Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
"The  family  above. 

5  "  Their  feeble  frames  my  pow'r  shall  raise, 

"  And  mould  with  heav'nly  skill: 
"  I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise, 
"  And  hands  to  do  my  will." 

6  His  words  the  happy  parents  hear, 

And  shout  with  joys  divine, 
Dear  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are, 
Shall  be  forever  thine. 


OF   CHRIST.  65-66 

65.  Grace  in  revealing  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  JESUS  the  man  of  constant  grief, 

A  mourner  all  his  days; 
His  spirit  once  rejoic'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praise. 

2  "  Father,  I  thank  thy  wondrous  love, 

"  That  hath  reveal'd  thy  Son 

"  To  men  unlearned;  and  to  babes 

"  Has  made  thy  gospel  known. 

3  "  The  myst'ries  of  redeeming  grace 

"  Are  hidden  from  the  wise; 
"While  pride  and  carnal  reas'ning  join 
"  To  swell  and  blind  their  eyes." 

66.  HYMN.     CM.  Watts. 

1  INFINITE  excellence  is  thine, 

Thou  lovely  Prince  of  Grace! 
Thy  uncreated  beauties  shine 
With  never-fading  rays. 

2  Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet; 
To  thee  their  pray'rs  and  vows  ascend, 
In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Thy  name  as  precious  ointment  shed, 

Delights  the  church  around; 
Sweetly  the  sacred  odors  spread 
Through  all  Immanuel's  ground. 

4  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thy  exhaustless  store; 
From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  thou  givest  more. 


67-68       LIFE   AND   CHARACTER 

5  Thou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy; 
They  find  their  all  in  thee; 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ 
Through  all  eternity. 

67.  HYMN.     CM.  Watts. 

1  JESUS,  the  name  high  overall, 

In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky! 

Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 

And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

2  Jesus,  the  name  to  sinners  dear, 

The  name  to  sinners  given: 
It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear, 
It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  O  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 

The  riches  of  his  grace! 
The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me 
Would  sinners  all  embrace. 

4  O  that  my  Jesus'  heavenly  charms, 

Might  every  bosom  move! 
Fly,  sinners,  fly  into  those  arms 
Of  everlasting  love. 

5  His  only  righteousness  I  show, 

His  loving  truth  proclaim; 
'Tis  all  my  business  here  below, 
To  cry  "  Behold  the  Lamb!" 

68.  HYMN.    L.M.  Faiccett. 
1  BEHOLD  the  sin  atoning  Lamb, 

With  wonder,  gratitude,  and  love;       % 
To  take  away  our  guilt  and  shame, 
See  him  descending  from  above. 


OF   CHRIST.  69 

2  Our  sin  and  griefs  on  him  were  laid; 

He  meekly  bore  the  mighty  load; 
Our  ransom-price  he  fully  paid, 

In  groans  and  tears,  in  sweat  and  blood. 

3  To  save  a  guilty  world,  he  dies; 

Mourners,  behold  the  bleeding  Lamb! 
To  him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes, 
And  hope  for  mercy  in  his  name. 

4  Pardon  and  peace  through  him  abound; 

He  can  the  richest  blessing  give; 
Salvation  in  his  name  is  found, 
He  bids  the  dying  sinner  live. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  look  to  thee; 

Where  else  can  helpless  sinners  go? 
Thy  boundless  love  shall  set  me  free 
From  all  my  wretchedness  and  wo. 

69.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Coicper. 

J  THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 

Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day; 

O  may  I  there,  tho'  vile  as  he, 

Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood, 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 


70-71        LIFE   AND  CHARACTER 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 
5  But  when  this  lisping,  stammering  tongue, 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

70.  Chief  among  Ten  Thousand.  C.  M. 
3  TO  Christ,  the  Lord,  let  ev'ry  tongue 

Its  noblest  tribute  bring: 
When  He's  the  subject  of  the  song, 
Who  can  refuse  to  sing? 

2  Survey  the  beauties  of  bis  face; 

And  on  his  glories  dwell; 
Think  of  the  wonders  of  his  grace, 
And  all  his  triumphs  tell. 

3  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthron'd 

Upon  his  awful  brow; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crown'd, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

4  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men; 
Fairer  he  is  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

5  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine. 

71.  HYMN.    CM.  Coombs. 
1  IN  every  trouble,  sharp  and  strong, 

My  soul  to  Jesus  flies: 


OF  CHRIST.  72 

My  anchor-hold  is  firm  in  him, 
When  swelling  billows  rise. 

2  His  comforts  bear  my  spirits  up, 

I  trust  a  faithful  God; 
The  sure  foundation  of  my  hope 
Is  in  a  Saviour's  blood. 

3  Loud  hallelujahs  sing,  my  soul, 

To  thy  Redeemer's  name! 
In  joy,  in  sorrow,  life  and  death, 
His  love  is  still  the  same. 

72.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Steele. 

1  THE  Saviour!  O  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  wo. 

3  Th'  Almighty  Former  of  the  skies 

Stooped  to  our  vile  abode! 
While  angels  viewed  with  wondering  eyes 
And  hailed  the  incarnate  God! 

4  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine! 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more! 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  All! 


73  LIFE   AND   CHARACTER 

73.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Beddame. 

1  WHAT  various  lovely  characters, 
The  condescending  Saviour  bears! 
All  human  virtues,  all  divine, 

In  him  unite,  with  splendor  shine. 

2  The  corner-stone  on  which  we  build, 
The  balm  by  which  our  souls  are  healed, 
The  Morning  Star,  whose  cheering  ray 
Dispels  the  shades,  and  brings  the  day. 

3  He  is  our  Rock,  and  our  Defence, 

Nor  earth,  nor  hell,  can  force  us  thence; 
Our  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
Who  with  our  prayers  presents  his  own. 

4  He  is  the  burden'd  sinner's  Rest, 
Our  Prophet,  and  atoning  Priest: 
To  him,  as  our  exalted  King, 

We  homage  pay,  our  offering  bring. 

5  He  is  our  Captain  and  our  Guide, 
The  Friend,  the  Husband  of  the  bride; 
The  Counsellor,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  Lord  our  strength  and  righteousness; 

6  The  Fountain  whence  our  blessings  flow, 
A  Lamb,  and  yet  a  Lion  too; 

The  Sun  for  light  and  guidance  given, 
The  Door  which  opens  into  heaven. 

7  He  is  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Who  does  his  flock  in  safety  keep; 
The  Conqueror  he,  the  Judge  of  men, 
The  Faithful  Witness,  the  Amen! 


OF   CHRIST.  74-75 

74.  HYMN.    8s&7s.      Robertson. 

1  COME  thou  long-expected  Jesus, 

Born  to  set  thy  people  free; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee: 
Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints  thou  art; 
Dear  Desire  of  every  nation, 

Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

2  Born,  thy  people  to  deliver; 

Born  a  child — and  yet  a  King; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  precious  kingdom  bring 
By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone; 
By  thine  all  sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 


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I    75.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Newton. 

1  PREPARE  a  thankful  song, 

To  the  Redeemer's  name; 
'     Let  his  high  praise  employ  each  tongue, 
And  every  heart  inflame! 

2  He  laid  his  glory  by, 

And  bitter  pains  endured: 
That  sinners  of  the  deepest  dye 
From  wrath  might  be  secured. 

3  Stretched  on  the  cross  he  died, 

Our  debt  of  sin  to  pay; 
The  blood  and  water  from  his  side, 
Wash  guilt  and  sin  away. 
5 


76  HOLY  SPIRIT  ENTREATED. 

4  Pleading  for  us,  he  stands 

Before  the  Father's  throne; 
And  answers  all  the  law's  demands, 
With  what  himself  hath  done. 

5  The  Holy  Ghost  he  sends, 

Our  stubborn  souls  to  move; 

To  make  his  enemies  his  friends, 

And  conquer  them  by  love. 

6  Assured  that  Christ  our  King, 

Will  put  our  foes  to  flight; 
We,  on  the  field  of  battle,  sing, 
And  triumph  while  we  fight. 


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Holy  Spirit  Entreated. 

HYMN.     S.  M. 
OME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 


Let  thy  bright  beams  arise; 

Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  mind, 

The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood; 
And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart — 

To  sanctify  the  soul — 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole. 


HOLY  SPIRIT  ENTREATED.    77-78 

77.  HYMN.    L.M.  Watts. 

1  DESCEND  from  heaven,  immortal  dove, 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings, 
And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above, 

The  reach  of  these  inferior  things. 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll; 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  O!  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight, 
Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne! 
There  sits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  light 
Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 
And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fal 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man, 


light, 

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5  O!  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  on  their  golden  harps  they  sing; 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill, 

And  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  king! 

6  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  stand  and  bow  amongst  'em  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing  and  love? 

78.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts. 

1  COME,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love, 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


79  HOLY  SPIRIT  ENTREATED. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord!  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate; 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great? 

5  Come,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers, 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

79.  HYMN.    L  M.  Watts. 

1  ETERNAL  Spirit!  we  confess, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thine  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  loo. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin; 
Do  our  imperious  lust  subdue 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys; 


HOLY  SPIRIT  ENTREATED.    80-81 

Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

80.  HYMN.    L.M. 

1  COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above; 

Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare; 
Lead  to  thy  word  that  rules  must  give, 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way: 

Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart. 

That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  us  to  Christ — the  living  way; 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

5  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
In  his  enjoyment  to  be  blest; 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

81.  HYMN.    CM.  Cowper. 

1  The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 

And  brings  the  truth  to  sight; 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page,. 

Majestic,  like  the  sun: 


82  HOLY  SPIRIT  ENTREATED. 

It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat: 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

82.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts. 

1  GREAT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
When  the  disciples  all  were  met: 
Whilst  on  their  heads  the  spirit  came, 
And  sat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave, 
And  power  to  kill,  and  power  to  save, 
Furnish'd   their  tongues   with  wond'rous 

words, 
Instead  of  shields,  and  spears,  and  swords. 

3  These  weapons  of  thy  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low! 

4  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  these  heavenly  arms  subdued; 
While  satan  rages  at  his  loss, 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  cross. 

5  Great  King  of  grace!  my  heart  subdue; 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 


HOLY  SPIRIT  ENTREATED.    S3-84 

A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  sing  the  victories  of  his  word. 

83.  The  Spirit  stayed.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 
STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 

Tho'  I  have  done  thee  such  despite, 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight: 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 
Of  all,  whoe'er  thy  grace  receiv'd, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  griev'd. 

3  Yet  oh!  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest; 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear, 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

4  If  yet  thou  canst  my  sins  forgive, 
E'en  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes; 
Into  thy  rest  of  love  receive, 

And  bless  me  with  the  calm  repose. 

5  E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 
And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand! 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

84.  INVOCATION.    S.  M. 

1  BLEST  Comforter  Divine! 

Whose  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  point  our  souls  above; — 

2  Thou — who  with  "  still  small  voice" 

Dost  stop  the  sinner's  way, 


85  HOLY  SPIRIT  ENTREATED. 

And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice. 
Though  earthly  joys  decay;- — 

3  Thou — whose  inspiring  breath 

Can  make  the  cloud  of  care, 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death 
A  smile  of  glory  wear; — 

4  Thou— who  dost  fill  the  heart 

With  love  to  all  our  race, 

Blest  Comforter!1— to  us  impart 

The  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

85;  His  influences:    L.  M.  Steele. 

1  SURE  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh, 
'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart; 
Else  would  my  hope  forever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul, 
Do  I  not  find  his  healing  voice 

The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 
And  bid  my  drooping  pow'rs  rejoice? 

3  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires; 
Can  it  be  less  than  pow'r  divine, 
Which  animates  these  strong  desires. 

4  What  less  than  thine  almighty  word 
Can  raise  my  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 
And  bid  me  cleave  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
My  life,  my  treasure,  and  my  trust? 

5  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 
I  love  my  God,  and  taste  his  grace, 
Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace? 


HOLY  SPIRIT  ENTREATED.    86-87 

6  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 
Forever  dwell,  O  God  of  love, 
And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart,. 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

86.  Aid  of  the  Spirit.    C.  M. 

1  FOREVER  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

My  Saviour  and  my  shield! 
He  sends  his  Spirit  Avith  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  all  my  foes  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  soul  his  care;- 
Instructs  me  in  the  heavenly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  so  divine 

My  fainting  hope  shall  raise: 
He  makes  the  glorious  vict'ry  mine, 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 

87.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  AMIDST  a  world  of  hopes  and  fears, 
A  world  of  cares,  and  toils,  and  tears, 
Where  foes  alarm,  and  dangers  threat, 
And  pleasures  kill,  and  glories  cheat: 

2  Send  down,  O  Lord!  a  heav'nly  ray, 
To  guide  me  in  the  doubtful  way; 
And  o'er  me  hold  thy  shield  of  pow'r, 
To  guard  me  in  the  dang'rous  hour. 

3  Teach  me  the  flatt'ring  paths  to  shun, 
In  which  the  thoughtless  many  run, 
Who  for  a  shade  the  substance  miss, 
And  grasp  their  ruin  in  their  bliss. 


88  HOLY  SPIRIT  ENTREATED. 

4  May  never  pleasure,  wealth,  or  pride, 
Allure  my  wand'ring  soul  aside; 

But  through  this  maze  of  mortal  ill, 
Safe  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill. 

5  There  glories  shine,  and  pleasures  roll, 
That  charm,  delight,  transport  the  soul; 
And  every  panting  wish  shall  be 
Possess'd  of  boundless  bliss  in  thee. 

88.        To  the  blessed  Spirit.    P.  M. 

1  HOLY  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness, 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night: 
Come,  thou  source  of  sweetest  gladness, 

Breathe  thy  life  and  spread  thy  light; 
Loving  Spirit,  God  of  peace, 
Great  distributer  of  grace, 

Rest  upon  this  congregation! 

Hear,  oh!  hear  our  supplication. 

2  From  that  height  which  knows  no  measure, 

As  a  gracious  shower  descend: 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 

Man  can  wish,  or  God  can  send. 
O  thou  Glory,  shining  down 
From  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

Grant  us  thy  illumination! 

Rest  on  all  this  congregation. 

3  Come,  thou  best  of  all  donations 

God  can  give,  or  we  implore; 
Having  thy  sweet  consolations, 

We  need  wish  for  nothing  more; 
Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
Now  descending  from  above, 

Rest  on  all  this  congregation, 

Make  our  hearts  thv  habitation. 


PENITENTIAL.  89-90 


Penitential. 


89.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts. 

1  O  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 

My  load  of  guilt  remove; 
Break  down  this  separating  wall, 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  slain, 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone: 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul  opprest  with  sin's  desert, 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise; 
An  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  best  sacrifice. 

90.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Watts. 

1  SHOW  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive, 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard i'ning  love  be  found. 

3  Oh  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean; 


91  PENITENTIAL. 

Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace: 
Lord,  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death; 

And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

91.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts. 

1  ALAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 

And  did  my  Sov'reign  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 

Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown! 

And  love  beyond  degree. 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ  the  mighty  Saviour  died- 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes5  to  tears* 


PENITENTIAL.  92-93 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

92.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  O  THAT  I  could  my  Lord  receive, 

Who  did  the  world  redeem; 
Who  gave  his  life  that  I  might  live, 
A  life  conceal'd  in  him! 

2  O  that  I  could  the  blessing  prove. 

My  heart's  extreme  desire; 
Live  happy  in  my  Saviour's  love, 
And  in  his  arms  expire! 

3  Mercy  I  ask  to  seal  my  peace, 

That,  kept  by  mercy's  power, 
I  may  from  every  evil  cease, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

4  Now,  if  thy  gracious  will  it  be, 

E'en  now  my  sins  remove, 
And  set  my  soul  at  liberty 
By  thy  victorious  love. 

5  In  answer  to  ten  thousand  prayers, 

Thou  pard'ning  God,  descend; 
Number  me  with  salvation's  heirs, 
My  sins  and  troubles  end. 

93.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  O  FOR  that  tenderness  of  heart 
Which  bows  before  the  Lord, 
Acknowledging  how  just  thou  art, 
And  trembling  at  thy  word! 


94  PENITENTIAL. 

O  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 

Which  from  repentance  flow; 
That  consciousness  of  guilt,  which  fears 

The  long  suspended  blow! 
2  Saviour,  to  me  in  pity  give 

The  sensible  distress; 
The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 

An/1  bid  me  die  in  peace; 
Wilt  from  the  dreadful  day  remove, 

Before  the  evil  come; 
My  spirit  hide  with  saints  above, 

My  body  in  the  tomb. 

94.  HYMN.    S.  M. 

1  O  THAT  I  could  repent, 

With  all  my  idols  part, 
And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 
An  humble,  contrite  heart! 

2  A  heart  with  grief  opprest, 

For  having  grieved  my  God; 

A  troubled  heart  that  cannot  rest, 

Till  sprinkled  with  thy  blood. 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 

The  penitent  desire; 
With  true  sincerity  of  wo 
My  aching  breast  inspire. 

4  With  soft'ning  pity  look, 

And  melt  my  hardness  down; 
Strike  with  thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone! 


PENITENTIAL.  95-96 

95.  HYMN.    L.  M.      Doddridge. 

1  THY  piercing  eye,  O  God,  surveys 
The  various  windings  of  our  ways! 
Teach  us  their  tendency  to  know, 
And  judge  the  paths  in  which  we  go. 

2  How  wild,  how  crooked  have  they  been, 
A  maze  of  foolishness  and  sin! 

With  all  the  light  we  vainly  boast, 
Leaving  our  Guide,  our  souls  are  lost. 

3  Had  not  thy  mercy  been  our  aid, 
So  fatally  our  feet  had  strayed, 
Stern  Justice  had  us  prisoners  led 
Down  to  the  chambers  of  the  dead. 

4  O  turn  us  back  to  thee  again, 

Or  we  shall  search  our  ways  in  vain! 
Shine,  and  the  path  of  life  reveal, 
And  bear  us  on  to  Zion's  hill. 

5  Roll  on,  ye  swift  revolving  years, 
And  end  this  round  of  sins  and  cares; 
No  more  a  wanderer  would  I  roam, 
But  near  my  Father  fix  my  home. 

96.  PENITENT.    CM. 

1  PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet, 

A  guilty  rebel  lies! 
And  upwards,  to  the  mercy  seat, 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  Oh,  let  not  Justice  frown  me  hence! 

Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm; 
Forbid  it  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 


97  PENITENTIAL. 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  ray  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

5  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord, 

And  all  my  sins  forgive! 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

97.  lndicelling  Sin  Lamented.    CM. 

1  WITH  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 

Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 

So  false,  as  mine  has  been; 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin! 

3  My  reason  tells  me  thy  commands 

Are  holy,  just  and  true; 
Tells  me  whate'er  my  God  demands, 
Is  his  most  righteous  due. 

4  Reason  I  hear,  her  counsels  weigh, 

And  all  her  words  approve; 
But  still  I  find  it  hard  t'  obey, 
And  harder  yet  to  love. 

5  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 

These  stragglings  in  my  breast? 


PENITENTIAL.  98-99 

When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  conscience  rest? 

93.  Conflict  between  Flesh  and  Spirit.  L.  M. 
HOW  sad  and  awful  is  my  state! 
The  very  thing  I  do,  I  hate! 
When  I  to  God  draw  near  in  pray'r, 
I  feel  the  conflict  even  there! 
I  mourn,  because  I  cannot  mourn; 
I  hate  my  sin,  yet  cannot  turn; 
I  grieve,  because  I  cannot  grieve; 
I  hear  the  truth,  but  can't  believe. 
3  Where  shall  so  great  a  sinner  run? 
I  see  I'm  ruin'd  and  undone! 
Dear  Lord,  in  pity  now  draw  near, 
And  banish  ev'ry  rising  fear. 
Thy  blood,  dear  Lord,  which   thou   hast 
Can  make  this  rocky  heart  to  melt;    [spilt, 
Thy  blood  can  make  me  clean  within; 
Thy  blood  can  pardon  all  my  sin. 

'Tis  on  the  atonement  of  that  blood 
I  now  approach  to  thee,  my  God: 
This  is  my  hope,  this  is  my  claim, 
Jesus  has  died  to  wash  me  clean. 

99.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

AH,  what  can  I,  a  sinner,  do, 

With  all  my  guilt  opprest? 
I  feel  the  hardness  of  my  heart, 

And  conscience  knows  no  rest. 
Great  God,  thy  good  and  perfect  law 

Does  all  my  life  condemn: 
6 


100  PENITENTIAL, 

The  secret  evils  of  my  soul 
Fill  me  with  fear  and  shame. 

3  How  many  precious  Sabbaths  gone, 

I  never  can  recall; 
And  oh,  what  cause  have  I  to  mourn, 
Who  misimprov'd  them  all! 

4  How  long,  how  often  have  I  heard 

OPJesus,  and  of  heav'n; 
Yet  scarcely  listen'd  to  his  word, 
Or  pray'd  to  be  forgiv'n! 

5  Constrain  me,  Lord,  to  turn  to  thee, 

And  grant  renewing  grace; 
For  thou  this  flinty  heart  canst  break; 
And  thine  shall  be  the  praise. 

100.  Contrite  Heart.  CM. 

1  THE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

On  contrite  hearts  bestow; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart  or  no? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Insensible  as  steel: 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclined 

To  love  thee,  if  I  could; 

But  often  feel  another  mind, 

Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few; 

I  fain  would  strive  for  more; 
But  when  I  cry,  "My  strength  renew,' 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 


PENITENTIAL.  101 

5  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 

And  love  ihy  house  of  pray'r: 
I  sometimes  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

6  Oh,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache! 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break — 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 

101.  Slain  and  Reviving.        C.  M. 

1  SMOTE  by  the  law,  I'm  justly  slain; 

Great  God,  behold  my  case; 
Pity  a  sinner  fill'd  with  pain, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face. 

2  Dread  terrors  fright  my  guilty  soul; 

Thy  justice,  all  in  flames, 
Gives  sentence  on  this  heart  so  foul, 
So  hard,  so  full  of  crimes. 

3  'Tis  trembling  hardness  that  I  feel; 

I  fear,  but  don't  relent — 
Perhaps  of  endless  death  the  seal: 
Oh,  that  I  did  repent! 

4  My  pray'rs,  my  tears,  my  vows,  are  vile, 

My  duties  black  with  guilt: 
On  such  a  wretch  can  mercy  smile, 
Though  Jesus'  blood  was  spilt? 

5  Speechless  I  sink  to  endless  night, 

I  see  an  opening  hell; 
But  lo,  what  glory  strikes  my  sight! 
Such  glory  who  can  tell? 

6  Enwrapt  in  these  bright  beams  of  peace, 

I  feel  a  gracious  God: 


102-103  PENITENTIAL. 

Swell,  swell  the  note— oh,  tell  his  grace, 
Sound  his  high  praise  abroad! 

102.  Confession  and  Repentance.     L.  M. 

1  O  LORD,  my  God,  in  mercy  turn, 
In  mercy  hear  a  sinner  mourn! 

To  thee  I  call,  to  thee  I  cry; 

O  leave  me,  leave  me  not  to  die! 

2  O  pleasures  past,  what  are  ye  now 
But  thorns  about  my  bleeding  brow? 
Spectres  that  hover  round  my  brain, 
And  aggravate  and  mock  my  pain. 

3  For  pleasure  I  have  given  my  soul; 
Now,  Justice,  let  thy  thunders  roll! 
Now,  Vengeance,  smile,  and  with  a  blow 
Lay  the  rebellious  ingrate  low. 

103.  HYMN.     CM.  Steele. 

1  O  THOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh; 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  Sorrow's  weeping  eye; 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn: 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  Return? 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet? 
O!  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

4  Absent  from  thee,  my  Guide,  my  Light, 

Without  one  cheering  ray, 


DESIRES   AND   LONGINGS. 


104 


Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
How  desolate  my  way! 
5  O!  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine; 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

Desires  and  longings. 

104.  HYMN.    CM.  Cowper. 

1  O  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame! 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still! 
But  now  1  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  Holy  Dove!  return, 

Sweet  Messenger  of  rest! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

What.e'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  tby  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame, 


105-106  DESIRES   AND 

So  pure  a  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

105.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Coicper. 

1  O  LORD!  my  best  desires  fulfil, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort,  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears? 

3  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engag'd  to  grant: 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

4  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way; 

Shall  1  resist  them  both? 
A  poor,  blind  creature  of  a  day. 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth. 

5  But  ah!  my  inmost  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

106.  •     HYMN.    CM.       Doddridge. 

1  DO  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord? 

Behold  my  heart  and  see, 

And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out 

That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love; 


LONGINGS.  107 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 
When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear? 

4  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  thy  name? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame? 

5  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord; 

But  O!  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

107.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts. 

1  FATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 

The  place  of  thine  abode; 
I'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God! 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  distant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleasing  sight; 
But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  sense, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne; 
Pleasure  springs  fresh  for  ever  thence, 
Unspeakable,  unknown. 

4  [There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen, 

In  shining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 


108  DESIRES  AND 

5  Then  at  thy  feet,  with  awful  fear, 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall; 
With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there. 
Before  th'  Eternal  All. 

6  There  would  I  vie  with  all  the  host 

In  duty  and  in  bliss; 
While  less  than  nothing  I  could  boast, 
And  vanity  confess.] 

7  The  more  thy  glories  strike  mine  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  shall  lie: 
Thus,  while  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise 
Unmeasurably  high, 

108.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Hart. 

1  OH!  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away; 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  sea  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake — 
Of  feeling,  all.  tilings  show  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt; 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments,  too,  unmoved  I  hear, 
(Amazing  thought!)  which  devils  fear: 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  power  divine  can  do  the  deed, 
And  much  to  feel  that  power  I  need; 


LONGINGS.  109-110 

Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 
And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

109.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee! 
Ashamed  of  thee!  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glory  shines  through  endless  days, 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus!  sooner  far 

Let  night  disown  each  radiant  star: 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus!  O,  as  soon 
Let  morning  blush  to  own  the  sun: 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus!  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend! 
No — when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus!  empty  pride; 
I'll  boast  a  Saviour  crucified; 
And  O  may  this  my  portion  be, 
My  Saviour  not  ashamed  of  me! 

110.  HYMN.     L.  M.         Beddome? 

1  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  let  me  be 
More  perfectly  conformed  to  thee; 
Implant  each  grace,  each  sin  dethrone, 
And  form  my  temper  like  thine  own. 

2  My  foe,  when  hungry,  let  me  feed, 
Share  in  his  grief,  supply  his  need: 


111-112  DESIRES   AND 

The  haughty  frown  may  I  not  fear, 
But  with  a  lowly  meekness  bear. 

3  Let  the  envenomed  heart  and  tongue, 
The  hand  outstretched  to  do  me  wrong. 
Excite  no  feelings  in  my  breast, 

But  such  as  Jesus  once  expressed. 

4  To  others  let  me  always  give 
What  I  from  others  would  receive; 
Good  deeds  for  evil  ones  return, 
Nor,  when  provoked,  with  anger  burn. 

5  This  will  proclaim  how  bright  and  fair 
The  precepts  of  the  gospel  are; 

And  God  himself,  the  God  of  love, 
His  own  resemblance  will  approve. 

111.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Steele. 

1  FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace 
Let  this  petition  rise: 

2  "Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end!" 

112.  HYMN.    S.  M. 
1  O  COME  and  dwell  in  me, 

Spirit  of  power,  within, 


LOKGIjNGS.  113 

And  bring  the  glorious  liberty 
From  sorrow,  fear  and  sin! 

2  This  inward,  dire  disease, 

Spirit  of  health,  remove, 
Spirit  of  finished  holiness, 
Spirit  of  perfect  love. 

3  Hasten  the  joyful  day, 

Which  shall  my  sins  consume; 
When  old  things  shall  be  done  away, 
And  all  things  new  become. 

4  I  want  the  witness,  Lord, 

That  all  I  do  is  right, 
According  to  thy  will  and  word, 
Well  pleasing  in  thy  sight. 

5  I  ask  no  higher  state; 

Indulge  me  but  in  this; 
And  soon  or  laler  then  translate 
To  my  eternal  bliss. 

113.  HYMN.     CM.  Steele. 

1  JESUS!  in  thy  transporting  name 

What  blissful  glories  rise! 
Jesus!  the  angels'  sweetest  theme, 
The  wonder  of  the  skies! 

2  Well  might  the  skies  with  wonder  view 

A  love  so  strange  as  thine! 
No  thought  of  angels  ever  knew 
Compassion  so  divine. 

3  Jesus!  and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky 

For  miseries  and  woes? 
And  didst  thou  bleed,  and  groan,  and  die, 
For  vile  rebellious  foes? 


114  DESIRES   AND 

4  Victorious  love!  can  language  tell 

The  wonders  of  thy  power, 
Which  conquered  all  the  force  of  hell 
In  that  tremendous  hour? 

5  What  glad  return  can  I  impart 

For  favors  so  divine? 
O  take  this  heart,  this  worthless  heart, 
And  make  it  only  thine! 

114.  Servant  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  MY  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 

To  every  service  I  can  pay; 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being  but  for  Thee, 

Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end? 
Thy  ever-smiling  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  friend? 

3  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 

Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good; 
Nor  future  days  or  powers  employ, 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

4  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, 

To  Him  who  for  my  ransom  died; 
Nor  could  untainted  Ed<ju  give 
Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  his  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  love  hath  animating  power. 


LONGINGS.  115-11G 

115.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Swain, 

1  THINK,  O  my  soul,  what  must  it  be 

A  world  of  glorious  minds  to  see! 
Drink  at  the  fountain-head  of  peace, 
And  bathe  in  everlasting  bliss! 

2  To  hear  them  all  at  once  proclaim 

Eternal  glories  to  the  Lamb; 
And  join,  With  joyful  heart  and  tongue, 
That  new,  that  never-ending  song! 

3  And  does  the  happy  hour  draw  near, 

When  Christ  will  in  the  clouds  appear; 
And  I,  without  a  veil,  shall  see 

The  Man,  the  God,  that  bled  for  me? 

4  If  in  my  soul  such  joy  abounds, 

While  weeping  faith  explores  his  wounds, 
How  glorious  will  those  scars  appear, 
When  perfect  bliss  forbids  a  tear! 

5  Think,  O  my  soul,  if  'tis  so  sweet 

On  earth  to  sit  at  Jesus'  feet, 
What  must  it  be  to  wear  a  crown, 
And  sit  with  Jesus  on  the  throne! 

Rcsurrec  t  iow . 

116.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Watts. 

1  O  FOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 

To  God,  the  sov'reign  King! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  sing; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 


117 


RESURRECTION. 


3  Rehearse  bis  praise  with  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  guide  the  song; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

4  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne; 

He  lov'd  that  chosen  race; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 

5  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's; 

There  Abraham's  God  is  known; 
While  powers  and  princes,  shields  and 
Submit  before  his  throne.  [swords, 

117.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Watts. 

1  HE  dies — the  Friend  of  sinners  dies! 

Lo,  Salem's  daughters  weep  around! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies; 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  Him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load: 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men; 
But  lo,  what  sudden  joys  we  see! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb, 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies! 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns; 


RESURRECTION.  118-119 

Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster,  death,  in  chains. 
C  Say,  'Live  for  ever,  wond'rous  King; 
Boru  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save!' 
Then  ask  the  monster,  'Where's  thy  sting?' 
And  'Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave?' 

118.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Watts. 

1  COME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 

Your  noblest  music  bring; 
'Tis  Christ,  the  everlasting  God, 
And  Christ,  the  man,  we  sing. 

2  Tell  how  he  took  our  flesh, 

To  take  away  our  guilt; 
Sing  the  dear  drops  of  sacred  blood, 
That  hellish  monster  spilt. 

3  Down  to  the  shades  of  death 

He  bow'd  his  awful  head; 

Yet  he  arose,  to  live  and  reign 

When  death  itself  is  dead. 

4  No  more  the  bloody  spear, 

The  cross  and  nails  no  more; 
For  hell  itself  shakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heavens  adore. 

5  There  the  Redeemer  sits, 

High  on  the  Father's  throne: 
The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 
And  owns  us  in  his  Son. 

119.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts, 
1  HOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 

That  clothed  himself  in  clav; 


120  RESURRECTION. 

Entered  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanuel  rose; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 
And  spoiled  our  hellish  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  flies. 
With  scars  of  honor  in  his  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  blest  abode: 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

5  Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings, 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise: 
Let  heaven,  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Immanuel's  praise. 

120.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Wesley. 

1  THE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise, 

In  concert  with  the  blest, 
Who,  joyful  in  harmonious  lays, 
Employ  an  endless  rest. 

2  Thus,  Lord,  while  we  remember  thee, 

We  blest  and  pious  grow; 
By  hymns  of  praise  we  learn  to  be 
Triumphant  here  below. 

3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  scene  . 

Of  glory  was  display'd 
By  God,  th'  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  universe  was  made. 


FAITH.  121 

4  He  rises,  who  mankind  has  bought 

With  grief  and  pain  extreme: 
'Twas  great  to  speak  the  world  from  nought, 
'Twas  greater  to  redeem. 

5  Alone  the  dreadful  race  he  ran. 

Alone  the  wine-press  trod; 
He  dies  and  suffers  as  a  man, 
He  rises  as  a  God. 

Faith. 

191.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Steele. 

1  WHEN  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 

And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  Art  thou  not  mine,  my  living  Lord? 

And  can  my  hope,  my  comfort  die, 
Fixed  on  thy  everlasting  word, 
That  word  which  built  the  earth  and  sky? 

3  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 

Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives; 
Here  let  me  build  and  rest  secure. 

4  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell, 

Immovable  the  promise  stands; 
Nor  all  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

5  Here,  O  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose! 

Since  Jesus  is  forever  mine, 
Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 
7 


122-123  FAITH. 

122.  HYMN.    L.  M  Watt, 

1  'TIS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 

And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abraham,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land. 
And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

123.  HYMN.     CM.  Beddom 

1  'TIS  faith  supports  my  feeble  soul 

In  times  of  deep  distress: 
When  storms  arise,  and  billows  roll, 
Great  God,  I  trust  thy  grace. 

2  Thy  powerful  arm  still  bears  me  up, 

Whatever  griefs  befall: 
Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  hope, 
And  thou  my  all  in  all. 

3  Bereft  of  friends,  beset  with  foes, 

With  dangers  all  around, 

To  thee  I  all  my  fears  disclose, 

la  thee  my  help  is  found. 


FAITH.  124-125 

4  In  every  want,  in  every  strait, 
To  thee  alone  I  fly: 
When  other  comforters  depart, 
Thou  art  forever  nigh. 

*    124.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  FAITH  is  the  Christian's  evidence 

Of  things  unseen  by  mortal  eye: 
It  passes  all  the  bounds  of  sense, 
And  penetrates  the  inmost  sky. 

2  Things  absent  it  can  set  in  view, 

And  bring  far  distant  prospects  home; 
Events  long  past  it  can  renew, 

And  long  foresee  the  things  to  come. 

3  With  strong  persuasion,  from  afar, 

The  heavenly  region  it  surveys; 
Embraces  all  the  blessings  there, 
And  here  enjoys  the  promises. 

4  By  faith  a  steady  course  we  steer 

Through  ruffling  storms  and  swelling  seas, 
O'ercome  the  world,  keep  down  our  fear, 
And  still  possess  our  souls  in  peace. 

5  By  faith  we  pass  the  vale  of  tears 

Safe  and  serene,  though  oft  distress'd; 
By  faith  subdue  the  king  of  fears, 
And  go  rejoicing  to  our  rest. 

125.  HYMN.    CM.         Robertson. 

1  IMMANUEL,  I  confess  how  great 

My  guilt  and  crimes  have  been! 
To  thee  I  would  them  all  relate, 

And  turn  aside  from  sin. 


126  FAITH. 

2  Assist  me  while  I  venture  near, 

And  in  thy  presence  bow, 
Or  from  my  sins  I'll  ne'er  be  clear! 
O  Lord,  assist  me  now. 

3  Thy  righteousness  in  faith  I  claim, 

Through  love  in  mercy  sent, 
That  to  the  honor  of  thy  name 
My  days  may  all  be  spent. 

4  So  when  the  fight  of  faith  is  fought, 

And  I  from  earth  remove, 
Receive  the  soul  thy  Son  hath  bought, 
And  crown  it  with  thy  love. 

126.  HYMN.     S.  M.        Robertso 

1  "I  THE  good  fight  have  fought," 

0  when  shall  I  declare! 

The  victory  by  my  Saviour  wrought, 

1  long  with  Paul  to  share. 

2  O  may  I  triumph  so, 

When  all  my  warfare's  past! 
And,  dying,  find  my  latest  foe 
Under  my  feet  at  last! 

3  This  blessed  word  be  mine, 

Just  as  the  port  is  gain'd, 
"Kept  by  the  power  of  grace  divine, 
I  have  the  faith  maintain'd." 

4  The  apostles  of  my  Lord, 

To  whom  I  first  was  given, 
Could  never  speak  a  greater  word, 
Nor  all  the  saints  in  heaven. 


SINCERITY.  127-128 

Sincerity. 

127.  HYMN.     CM.  Steele. 

1  OH,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly- 

Above  these  gloomy  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades! 

2  There,  joys,  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  prospects  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine 

To  guide  our  upward  aim! 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise 
To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures 
Immortal  in  the  skies.  [spring, 

123.  HYMN.     CM. 

1  HOW  happy  they  who  know  the  Lord, 

With  whom  he  deigns  to  dwell! 
He  feeds  and  cheers  them  by  his  word, 
His  arm  supports  them  well. 

2  Wandering  in  sin  our  souls  he  found, 

And  bade  us  seek  his  face; 
Gave  us  to  hear  the  gospel  sound, 
And  taste  the  gospel  grace. 

3  His  presence  sweetens  all  our  cares, 

And  makes  our  burdens  light: 

A  word  from  him  dispels  our  fears, 

And  breaks  the  gloom  of  night. 


129  SINCERITY. 

4  Lord,  we  expect  to  suffer  here, 

Nor  would  we  dare  repine; 

But  give  us  still  to  find  thee  near, 

And  own  us  still  for  thine. 

5  Let  us  enjoy  and  highly  prize 

These  tokens  of  thy  love, 
Till  thou  shalt  bid  our  spirits  rise 
To  worship  thee  above. 

129.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  LORD,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  ra€ 

through; 
Thine  eyes  command,  with  piercing  view 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  soul,  my  flesh,  and  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand, 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand; 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great! 
What  large  extent!  what  lofty  height! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest! 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 


SINCERITY.  130-131 

130.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  O  COULD  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 

A  nearness  to  my  God, 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
And  live  upon  thy  word. 

2  O  Jesus,  come  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  I'll  be  wholly  thine, 

And  never,  never  more  depart, 

For  thou  art  wholly  mine. 

3  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  Til  adore; 
And  when  my  flesh  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 

4  Through  boundless  grace  I  then  shall  spend 

An  everlasting  day 
In  the  embraces  of  my  Friend, 
Who  took  my  guilt  away. 

5  That  worthy  name  shall  have  the  praise, 

To  whom  all  praise  is  due; 
While  angels  and  archangels  gaze 
On  scenes  for  ever  new. 

131.  HYMN.    L.  M.  StennetL 

1  TO  God,  my  Saviour  and  my  King, 
Fain  would  my  soul  her  tribute  bring: 
Join  me,  ye  saints,  in  songs  of  praise, 
For  ye  have  known  and  felt  his  grace. 

2  Wretched  and  helpless  once  I  lay. 
Just  breathing  all  my  life  away: 
He  saw  me  welt'ring  in  my  blood, 
And  felt  the  pity  of  a  God. 


132  SINCERITY'. 

3  With  speed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 

Bound  up  my  wounds  and  sooth'd  my  grief, 
Pour'd  joys  divine  into  my  heart, 
And  bade  each  anxious  fear  depart. 

4  These  proofs  of  love,  my  dearest  Lord, 
Deep  in  my  breast  I  will  record: 

The  life  Which  I  from  thee  receive, 
To  thee,  behold,  I  freely  give. 

5  My  heart  and  tongue  shall  tune  thy  praise 
Through  the  remainder  of  my  days; 
And  when  I  join  the  powers  above, 

My  soul  shall  better  sing  thy  love. 

132.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  O  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone! 

O  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down! 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find! 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free: 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove; 
The  cross,  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would  (but  thou  must  give  the  power) 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release; 


SINCERITY.  133-134 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

133.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Wesley. 

1  LORD,  I  believe  thy  every  word, 

Thy  every  promise  true; 
And  lo!  I  wait  on  thee,  my  Lord, 
Till  I  my  strength  renew. 

2  If  in  this  feeble  flesh  I  may 

Awhile  show  forth  thy  praise, 
Jesus,  support  the  tott'riug  clay, 
And  lengthen  out  my  days. 

3  If  such  a  worm  as  I  can  spread 

The  common  Saviour's  name, 
Let  Him  who  rais'd  thee  from  the  dead, 
Quicken  this  mortal  frame. 

4  Spare  me  till  I  my  strength  of  soul, 

Till  I  thy  love  retrieve; 
Till  faith  shall  make  my  spirit  whole, 
And  perfect  soundness  give. 

Salvation. 

134.  -  HYxMN.     C.  M.  Watts. 

1  SALVATION!  O  the  joyful  sound! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears; 
A  sov'reign  balm  to  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation!  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 


135-13G  SALVATION. 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

135.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts. 

1  NOW  to  the  power  of  God  supreme 

Be  everlasting  honors  given; 
He  saves  from  hell,  (we  bless  his  name.) 
He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heaven. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deserts, 

But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 
He  works  salvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praise. 

3  'T  was  his  own  purpose  that  begun 

To  rescue  rebels  doom'd  to  die! 
He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ  his  Son, 
Long  since  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  last, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counsels  known; 
Declares  the  great  transactions  past, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 

5  He  dies!  and  in  that  dreadful  night 

Did  all  the  powers  of  hell  destroy! 
Rising,  he  brought  our  heaven  to  light, 
And  took  possession  of  the  joy. 

136.  HYMN.    C.  M.       Doddridge. 

1  SALVATION!  O  melodious  sound 

To  wretched,  dying  men! 
Salvation,  that  from  God  proceeds, 
And  leads  to  God  again. 

2  Rescued  from  hell's  eternal  gloom. 

From  fiends,  and  fires,  and  chains; 


SALVATION.  137 

Rais'd  to  a  paradise  of  bliss, 
Where  love  triumphant  reigns. 

3  But  may  a  poor  bewilder'd  soul, 

Sinful  and  weak  as  mine, 
Presume  to  raise  a  trembling  eye 
To  blessings  so  divine? 

4  The  lustre  of  so  bright  a  bliss 

My  feeble  heart  o'erbears; 
And  unbelief  almost  perverts 
The  promise  into  tears. 

5  My  Saviour  God,  no  voice  but  thine 

These  dying  hopes  can  raise; 
Speak  thy  salvation  to  my  soul, 
And  turn  my  prayer  to  praise. 

137.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Noel 

1  SALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 

The  souls  that  fear  and  trust  the  Lord; 
And  grace,  descending  from  on  high, 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Christ  the  Lord  came  down  from 
By  his  obedience,  so  complete,     [heaven; 
Justice  is  pleased,  and  peace  is  given. 

3  Now  truth  and  honor  shall  abound, 

Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
And  heavenly  influence  bless  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign. 

4  His  righteousness  is  gone  before, 

To  give  us  free  access  to  God: 
Our  wand'ring  feet  shall  stray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  steps  and  keep  the  road. 


138-139  SALVATION. 

138.  HYMN.     CM.    Montgomery. 

1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 

Exalt  thy  fallen  head; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust; 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  They  come,  they  come — thine  exiled  bands, 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

4  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 

139.  HYMN.    L.  M.         Beddome. 

1  SHOUT!  for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns; 
Through  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread; 
And  sinners,  freed  from  Satan's  chains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  Head. 

2  God's  sons  and  daughters,  from  afar, 
Daily  at  Zion's  gates  arrive: 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sov'reign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3  O  may  his  conquests  still  increase, 
And  every  foe  his  power  subdue! 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
And  saints  his  growing  glory  show. 


SALVATION.  140-141 

4  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below  and  all  above! 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 
In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 

140.  HYMN.    S.  M. 

1  O  LORD  our  God,  arise, 

The  cause  of  Truth  maintain, 
And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  life,  arise, 

Nor  let  thy  glory  cease; 
Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost,  arise, 

Expand  thy  quick'ning  wing, 
And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  All  on  the  earth,  arise, 

To  God  the  Saviour  sing; 
From  shore  to  shore,  from  earth  to  heaven, 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring! 

Invitations  and  Promises. 

141.  HYMN.     CM.  Swain. 

1  COME,  let  our  hearts  and  voices  join 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name, 
Whose  truth  and  kindness  are  divine, 
Whose  love's  a  constant  flame. 

2  When  most  we  need  his  gracious  hand, 

This  Friend  is  always  near; 
With  heaven  and  earth  at  his  command, 
He  waits  to  answer  prayer. 


142  INVITATIONS   AND 

3  His  love  no  end  or  measure  knows, 

No  change  can  turn  its  course; 
Immutable  the  same  it  flows 
From  one  eternal  source. 

4  When  frowns  appear  to  veil  his  face, 

And  clouds  surround  his  throne, 
He  hides  the  purpose  of  his  grace 
To  make  it  better  known. 

5  And  when  our  dearest  comforts  fall 

Before  his  sov'reign  will, 

He  never  takes  away  our  all — 

Himself  he  gives  us  still. 

6  Our  sorrows  in  the  scale  he  weighs, 

And  measures  out  our  pains: 
The  wildest  storm  his  word  obeys, 
His  word  its  rage  restrains. 

142.  HYxMN.     CM.  Rayland. 

1  O  LORD,  I  would  delight  in  thee, 

And  on  thy  care  depend! 

To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 

My  best,  my  only  friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dried, 

Thy  fullness  is  the  same: 
May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 
And  glory  in  thy  name. 

3  Why  should  the  soul  a  drop  bemoan, 

Who  has  a  fountain  near; 
A  fountain,  which  will  ever  run 
With  waters  sweet  and  clear? 

4  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  may  be  found  in  thee: 


PROMISES.  143 

I  must  have  all  things,  and  abound. 

While  God  is  God  to  me. 
5  O  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith, 

To  look  within  the  veil, 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith, 

Whose  word  can  never  fail! 

143.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Steele. 

1  YE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 

With  songs  of  sacred  praise; 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care; 

In  him  we  live  and  move; 

But  nobler  benefits  declare 

The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms! 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come; 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

6  Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  love 

What  honors  shall  we  raise? 
Not  all  the  raptured  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 


144-145        INVITATIONS  AND 

144.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Hoskins. 

1  PRIS'NERS  of  sin  and  Satan  too, 
The  Saviour  calls,  he  calls  for  you; 

Ye,  who  have  sold  yourselves  for  nought, 
Shall  have  your  liberty  unbought. 

2  He  came  to  set  the  captive  free. 
He  came  to  publish  liberty, 

To  bind  the  broken-hearted  up, 
And  give  despairing  sinners  hope. 

3  Pris'ners  of  hope,  why  will  you  die? 
Why  from  the  only  refuge  fly? 
Jesus,  our  hiding-place  and  tower, 
Invites  the  guilty  and  the  poor. 

4  He  came  to  comfort  all  that  mourn; 
He  sweetly  says  to  sinners,  Turn! 
Pris'ners  of  hope,  his  voice  attend, 
Nor  slight  the  calls  of  such  a  Friend. 

5  The  great  Redeemer  lived  and  died; 
The  Prince  of  life  was  crucified; 

He  shed  his  own  most  precious  blood 
To  purchase  captive  souls  to  God. 

6  To  this  redeeming  God  be  given 
Immortal  praise  by  earth  and  heaven! 
Pris'ners  of  hope,  the  Saviour  bless, 
And  every  hour  his  love  confess. 

145.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Newton. 
1  HUNGRY,  and  faint,  and  poor, 

Behold  us,  Lord,  again 
Assembled  at  thy  mercy's  door, 
Thy  bounty  to  obtain. 


PROMISES.  146 

2  Thy  word  invites  us  nigh, 

Or  we  must  starve  indeed; 

For  we  no  money  have,  to  buy, 

Nor  righteousness  to  plead. 

3  The  food  our  spirits  want, 

Thy  hand  alone  can  give: 
Oh,  hear  the  prayer  of  faith,  and  grant 
That  we  may  eat  and  live! 

146.  HYMN.     CM.  Medley. 

i  O!  WHAT  amazing  words  of  grace 
Are  in  the  gospel  found! 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case, 
Who  hears  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Poor,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  souls, 

Are  freely  welcome  here: 
Salvation,  like  a  river,  rolls 
Abundant,  free,  and  clear. 

3  Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and 

Your  ev'ry  burden  bring;         [wounds, 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, 
A  deep  celestial  spring. 

4  Whoever  will,  (O  gracious  word!) 

Shall  of  this  stream  partake: 
Come,  thirsty  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
And  drink  for  Jesus'  sake. 

5  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace: 
Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 
8 


147-148         INVITATIONS  AND 

147.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  GRACE,  how  exceeding  sweet  to  those 

Who  feel  they  sinners  are! 
Sunk  and  distress'd,  they  taste,  and  know 
Their  heaven  is  only  there. 

2  Rich  grace,  free  grace,  most  sweetly  calls, 

Directly  come,  who  will, 
Just  as  you  are;  for  Christ  receives 
Poor  helpless  sinners  still. 

3  'Tis  grace  each  day  that  feeds  our  souls; 

Grace  keeps  us  inly  poor; 
And  O  that  nothing  else  but  grace 
May  rule  for  evermore! 

148.  HYMN,    S.  M.  DobelL 

1  NOW  is  the  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace; 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time; 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day! 
To-morrow  it  ma)'  be  too  late; 
Then  why  should  you  delay? 

3  Now  is  the  accepted  time; 

The  Saviour  bids  you  come? 
And  every  promise  in  his  word 
Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray! 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 


promises.  149-150 

149.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Steele. 

1  THE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound: 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear,% 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow; 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise, 

To  ease  your  every  pain; 
[Immortal  fountain!  full  supplies!] 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  sinners,  come — 'tis  mercy's  voice; 

The  gracious  call  obey: 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, 
And  can  you  yet  delay? 

5  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

150.  HY7MN.     CM.  Watts. 

1  WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High  Priest  above! 

His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 

His  feelings  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame;' 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 


151  INVITATIONS   AfrD 

3  But  spotless,  innocent  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  stood; 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
He  did  resist  to  blood. 

4  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears; 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

5  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 


151.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Steele. 

1  COME,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest, 
Come  and  accept  the  promis'd  rest; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 

O  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad! 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace; 
How  rich  the  gift!  how  free  the  grace! 

4  Lord,  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart; 


promises.  152-153 

We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 
5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove, 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 


152.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Tkwaite, 

1  HOW  long,  thou  faithful  God,  shall  I 
Here  in  thy  ways  forgotten  lie? 
When  shall  the  means  of  healing  be 
The  channels  of  thy  grace  to  me? 

2  Sinners  on  every  side  step  in, 
And  wash  away  their  pain  and  sin; 
But  I,  an  helpless,  sin-sick  soul, 
Still  lie  expiring  at  the  pool. 

3  Thou  cov'nant  Angel,  swift  come  down; 
To-day,  thine  own  appointments  crown; 
Thy  power  into  the  means  infuse, 

And  give  them  now  their  sacred  use. 

4  Thou  seest  me  lying  at  the  pool; 

I  would,  thou  know'st  I  would,  be  whole; 
Oh!  let  the  troubled  waters  move, 
And  minister  thy  healing  love. 

153.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Watts, 

1  THE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 

His  Godhead  from  his  throne: 
"Mercy  and  Justice  are  the  names 
By  which  I  will  be  known. 

2  "Ye  dying  souls,  that  sit 

In  darkness  and  distress, 


154  INVITATIONS   AND 

Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
To  my  recov'ring  grace." 

3  Sinners  shall  hear  the  sound; 

Their  thankful  tongues  shall  own, 
"Our  righteousness  and  strength  are  found 
In  thee,  the  Lord,  alone." 

4  In  thee  shall  Israel  trust, 

And  see  their  guilt  forgiv'n: 
God  can  pronounce  the  sinners  just, 
And  take  the  saints  to  heav'n. 

154.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Stennett. 

1  HOW  various  and  how  new 

Are  thy  compassions,  Lord! 
Each  morning  shall  thy  mercies  show, 
Each  night  thy  truth  record. 

2  Thy  goodness,  like  the  sun, 

Dawn'd  on  our  early  days, 
Ere  infant  reason  had  begun 
To  form  our  lips  to  praise. 

3  Each  object  we  beheld 

Gave  pleasure  to  our  eyes; 

And  nature  all  our  senses  held 

In  bands  of  sweet  surprise. 

4  But  pleasures  more  refined  j 

Waited  that  blessed  day, 
When  light  arose  upon  our  mind/ 
And  chas'd  our  sins  away. 

5  How  new  thy  mercies,  then, 

How  sov'reign  and  how  free! 
Our  souls,  that  had  been  dead  in  sin, 
Were  made  alive  to  thee. 


promises.  155-156 

155.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Wesley. 

1  HO!  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh; 

'Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race; 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy, 

Buy  wine  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come; 

Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  call; 

"Return,  ye  weary  wand'rers,  home, 

And  find  my  grace  is  free  for  all." 

3  See  from  the  rock  a  fountain  rise, 

For  you  in  healing  streams  it  rolls; 
Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  price, 
Ye  lab'ring,  burden'd,  sin-sick  souls. 

4  Nothing  ye  in  exchange  shall  give; 

Leave  all  you  have,  and  are,  behind; 
Frankly  the  gift  of  God  receive; 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

5  Your  willing  ear  and  heart  incline, 

My  words  believingly  receive; 
Quicken'd,  your  souls  by  faith  divine 
An  everlasting  life  shall  live. 

156.  HYMN.    CM.  Steele. 

1  OPPREST  with  fear,  opprest  with  grief, 

To  God  I  breathed  my  cry; 

His  mercy  brought  divine  relief, 

And  wiped  my  tearful  eye. 

2  His  mercy  chas'd  the  shades  of  death, 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave: 

O!  may  his  praise  employ  that  breath 

Which  mercy  deigns  to  save.    1 


157  PERSEVERANCE. 

3  Come,  O  ye  saints,  your  voices  raise 

To  God  in  grateful  songs! 
And  let  the  memory  of  his  grace 
Inspire  your  hearts  and  tongues. 

4  And  let  my  utmost  glory  be 

To  raise  thy  honors  high; 
Nor  let  my  gratitude  to  thee 
In  guilty  silence  die. 

5  To  thee,  my  gracious  God,  I  raise 

My  thankful  heart  and  tongue: 
O!  be  thy  goodness  and  thy  praise, 
My  everlasting  song. 

Perseverance. 

157.  HYMN.     CM.  Toplady. 

1  AWAKE,  sweet  Gratitude,  and  sing 

The  ascending  Saviour's  love; 
Sing  how  he  lives  to  carry  on 
His  people's  cause  above! 

2  With  cries  and  tears  he  offer'd  up 

His  humble  suit  below; 
But  with  authority  he  asks, 
Enthron'd  in  glory  now. 

3  For  all  that  came  to  God  by  him, 

Salvation  he  demands; 
Points  to  their  names  upon  his  breast, 
And  spreads  his  wounded  hands. 

4  His  sweet  atoning  sacrifice 

Gives  sanction  to  his  claim: 
''Father,  I  will  that  all  my  saints 
Be  with  me  where  I  am. 


PERSEVERANCE.  158-159 

5  "By  their  salvation,  recompense 

The  sorrows  I  endur'd! 
Just  to  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 
And  faithful  to  thy  word." 

6  Eternal  life,  at  his  request, 

To  ev'ry  saint  is  given; 
Safety  on  earth,  and,  after  death, 
The  plenitude  of  heaven. 

158.  HYMN     S.  M.  Watts, 

1  TO  God,  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 

Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 

Unblemish'd  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wisdom  and  power  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 

159.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  TO  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  my  hopes  are  laid: 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  skies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 


160  PERSEVERANCE. 

2  Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall, 

Whom  he  designs  to  keep; 

His  ear  attends  the  softest  call; 

His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  Israel  rejoice,  and  rest  secure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thy  eternal  guard. 

4  He  guards  thy  soul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickest  dangers  come: 
Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

160.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Kent. 

1  WHAT  cheering  words  are  these? 

Their  sweetness  who  can  tell? 
In  time,  and  to  eternity, 

'Tis  with  the  righteous  well. 

2  In  ev'ry  state  secure, 

Kept  by  Jehovah's  eye, 
'Tis  well  with  them  while  life  endures, 
And  well,  when  call'd  to  die. 

3  'Tis  well,  when  joys  arise; 

'Tis  well,  when  sorrows  flow; 
'Tis  well,  when  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
And  strong  temptations  blow. 

4  ['Tis  well,  when  on  the  mount 

They  feast  on  dying  love; 
And  'tis  as  well,  in  God's  account, 
When  they  the  furnace  prove.] 

5  'Tis  well,  when  at  his  throne 

They  wrestle,  weep,  and  pray; 


PERSEVERANCE.  161-162 

:Tis  well,  when  at  his  feet  they  groan, 
Yet  bring  their  wants  away. 

161.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Newton. 

1  WHY,  O  ray  soul,  these  anxious  cares? 
Why  thus  cast  down  with  doubts  and  fears? 
How  canst  thou  want,  if  God  provide, 

Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide? 

2  When  first  before  his  mercy  seat 
Thou  didst  to  Him  thy  all  commit, 
He  gave  the  war  rani!  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  his  wisdom,  love  and  power. 

3  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call? 
And  has  he  not  his  promise  past, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last? 

4  He  who  has  help'd  me  hitherto, 
Will  help  me  all  my  journey  through, 
And  give  me  daily  cause  to  raise 
New  Ebenezers  to  his  praise. 

162.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  IF,  Lord,  in  thy  fair  book  of  life, 

My  worthless  name  doth  stand, 
And  in  my  heart  the  law  is  writ 
By  thine  unerring  hand; 

2  If  I'm  secure,  by  grace  divine, 

Of  crowns  above  the  skies; 
And  on  the  road,  from  thy  rich  stores, 
Shall  meet  with  fresh  supplies; 

3  To  thee,  in  sweet  melodious  strains, 

My  grateful  voice  I'll  raise: 


163-164  PERSEVERANCE. 

But  life's  too  short,  my  powers  too  weak, 
To  show  forth  half  thy  praise. 
4  [Had  I  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues, 
Not  one  should  silent  be; 

Had  I  ten  thousand  thousand  hearts, 
I'd  give  them  all  to  thee.] 

163.  HYMN.     CM.  Neictor. 

1  REJOICE,  believer,  in  the  Lord, 

Who  makes  your  cause  his  own; 
The  hope  that's  built  upon  his  word 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 

2  Though  many  foes  beset  your  road, 

And  feeble  is  your  arm, 
Your  lift?  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 

3  Weak  as  you  are,  you  shall  not  faint, 

Or,  fainting,  shall  not  die! 
Jesus,  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint, 
Will  aid  you  from  on  high. 

4  Though  now  unseen  by  outward  sense, 

Faith  sees  him  always  near, 
A  guide,  a  glory,  a  defence — 
Then  what  have  you  to  fear? 

5  As  surely  as  he  overcame 

And  triumph'd  once  for  you, 
So  surely  you,  that  love  his  name, 
Shall  triumph  in  him  too. 

164.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  WHO  is  the  trembling  sinner?  who 
That  owns  eternal  death  his  due? 


PERSEVERANCE.  165-166 

Who  mourns  his  sin,  his  guilt,  his  thrall, 
And  does  on  God  for  mercy  call? 

2  Peace,  troubled  soul;  dismiss  thy  fear; 
Hear — Jesus  speaks — be  of  good  cheer, 
Upon  his  cleansing  grace  rely, 

And  thou  shalt  never,  never  die! 

3  No  blasted  trees,  or  failing  crops, 
Can  hinder  my  eternal  hopes: 

Tho'  creatures  change,  the  Lord's  the  same; 
Then  let  me  triumph  in  his  name! 

165.  HYMN.    C.  M.       Doddridge. 

1  YE  little  flock,  whom  Jesus  feeds, 

Dismiss  your  anxious  cares; 
Look  to  the  Shepherd  of  your  souls, 
And  smile  away  your  fears. 

2  Though  wolves  and  lions  prowl  around, 

His  staff"  is  your  defence;  [voice 

'Midst  sands  and  rocks,  your  Shepherd's 
Calls  streams  and  pastures  thence. 

3  Your  Father  will  a  kingdom  give, 

And  give  it  with  delight: 
His  feeblest  child  his  love  shall  call 
To  triumph  in  his  sight. 

166.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Watts. 

1  WHO  shall  the  Lord's  dear  Ones  condemn? 

'Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls; 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell? 

'Tis  Christ  that  suffer'd  in  their  stead; 


167  PERSEVERANCE. 

And  the  salvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead! 

3  He  lives,  he  lives,  and  sits  above, 

For  ever  interceding  there! 
Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love? 
Or  what  should  tempt  us  to  despair? 

4  Shall  persecution  or  distress, 

Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness? 
He  that  has  lov'd  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conq'rors  too. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  power; 

It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour! 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope; 
Nor  can  we  sink  with  such  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 

Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove,      [love. 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ,  our 

167.  HYMN.     C.  M.        Doddridge. 

1  IN  one  harmonious,  cheerful  song, 

Ye  happy  saints,  combine; 
Loud  let  it  sound  from  every  tongue, 
The  Saviour  is  divine. 

2  The  least,  the  feeblest  of  the  sheep, 

To  him  the  Father  gave; 
Kind  is  his  heart  the  charge  to  keep, 
And  strong  his  arm  to  save. 

3  That  hand  which  heav'n  and  earth  sustains. 

And  bars  the  gates  of  hell, 
And  rivets  Satan  down  in  chains, 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 


FAMILY   WORSHIP.        168-169 

4  Now  let  the  infernal  lion  roar; 
How  vain  his  threats  appear! 
When  he  can  match  Jehovah's  power, 
I  will  begin  to  fear. 

Family  Worship* 

168.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Watts. 

1  MY  God.  how  endless  is  thy  love! 

Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  evening  new, 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtain  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours; 
Thy  sov'reign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  myself  to  thy  command, 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days: 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand, 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

169.  HYMN.     CM.  Watts. 

1  HOSANNA,  with  a  cheerful  sound, 

To  God's  upholding  hand; 
Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  secure  we  stand. 

2  How  wond'rous  is  that  mighty  power 

Which  form'd  us  with  a  word! 
And  ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour, 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  ev'ning  rests  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  room: 
We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed, 
That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 


170-171       FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

4  The  rising  morning  can't  assure 

That  we  shall  end  the  day; 
For  Death  stands  ready  at  the  door 
To  take  our  lives  away. 

5  God  is  our  sun,  whose  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  safety  brings; 
Our  feeble  flesh  lays  safe  at  night 
Beneath  his  shady  wings. 

170.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  MY  heart,  where  mental  winter  reigns, 

In  night's  dark  mantle  clad, 
Confin'd  in  cold  inactive  chains, 
How  desolate  and  sad! 

2  Return,  O  blissful  Sun,  and  bring 

Thy  soul-reviving  ray! 
This  mental  winter  shall  be  spring, 
This  darkness,  cheerful  day. 

3  O  happy  state!  divine  abode! 

Where  spring  eternal  reigns; 
And  perfect  day,  the  smile  of  God, 
Fills  all  the  heav'nly  plains. 

4  Great  Source  of  light,  thy  beams  display, 

My  drooping  joys  restore, 
And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day, 
Where  winter  frowns  no  more. 

171.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  INDULGENT  Father,  how  divine, 
How  bright  thy  beauties  are! 
Through  nature's  ample  round  they  shine, 
Thy  goodness  to  declare. 


FAMILY   WORSHIP.  172 

2  But  in  thy  nobler  work  of  grace, 

What  brighter  mercy  smiles 
In  our  benign  Redeemer's  face, 
And  every  fear  beguiles! 

3  Such  wonders,  Lord,  while  we  survey, 

To  thee  our  thanks  shall  rise, 
When  morning  ushers  in  the  day, 
Or  evening  veils  the  skies. 

4  When  glimmering  life  resigns  its  flame, 

Thy  praise  shall  tune  our  breath; 
The  dear  memorials  of  thy  name 
Shall  gild  the  shades  of  death. 

5  But  oh,  how  sweet  our  song  shall  rise, 

When  freed  from  feeble  clay, 
And  all  thy  glories  meet  our  eyes 
In  one  eternal  day! 

172.  Fear  of  God.  C  M. 

1  THRICE  happy  souls,  who,  born  of  heeVn, 

While  yet  they  sojourn  here, 
Humbly  begin  their  days  with  God, 
And  spend  them  in  his  fear. 

2  So  may  our  eyes  with  holy  zeal 

Prevent  the  dawning  day; 
And  turn  the  sacred  pages  o'er, 
And  praise  thy  name  and  pray. 

3  'Midst  hourly  cares  may  love  present 

Its  incense  to  thy  throne; 
And  while  the  world  our  hands  employs, 
Oar  hearts  be  thine  alone. 

4  At  night  we  lean  our  weary  heads 

On  thy  paternal  breast, 
9 


173-174      FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

And,  safely  folded  in  thine  arms, 

Resign  our  powers  to  rest. 
5  In  solid,  pure  delights,  like  these. 

Let  all  my  days  be  past; 
Nor  shall  I  then  impatient  wish, 

Nor  shall  I  fear  the  last. 

173.  HYMN.    S.  M. 

1  THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear: 
O  may  we  all  remember  well, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near! 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love! 

174.  HYMN.    L.  M.       Doddridge. 
I  FATHER  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless, 

Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace; 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  175 

From  thee  they  spring,  and  by  thy  hand 
They  have  been,  and  are  still,  sustain'd. 

2  To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  praised, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  raised; 

Who,  Lord  of  heaven,  scorns  not  to  dwell 
With  saints  in  their  obscurest  cell. 

3  To  thee  may  each  united  house, 
Morning  and  night,  present  its  vows; 
Our  servants  there,  and  rising  race, 
Be  taught  thy  precepts  and  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  each  future  age  proclaim 
The  honors  of  thy  glorious  name! 
While  pleased  and  thankful  we  remove 
To  join  the  family  above. 

175.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Watts. 

1  DREAD  Sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  song 

Like  holy  incense  rise; 
Assist  the  off' rings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepar'd. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around; 
But  O  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found! 

4  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee; 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 


176-177        FAMILY    WOBSHIP. 

5  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pard'ning  blood, 
I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

176.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  MY  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy, 

Great  God,  are  in  thy  hand; 
My  choicest  comforts  come  from  thee, 
And  go  at  thy  command. 

2  If  thou  shouldst  take  them  all  away, 

Yet  would  I  not  repine; 
Before  they  were  possess'd  by  me, 
They  were  entirely  thine. 

3  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murm'ring  word, 

Though  the  whole  world  were  gone; 
But  seek  enduring  happiness 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

4  What  is  the  world  with  all  its  stores? 

'Tis  but  a  bitter  sweet: 
When  I  attempt  to  pluck  the  rose, 
A  piercing  thorn  I  meet. 

5  Here  perfect  bliss  can  ne'er  be  found, 

The  honey's  mix'd  with  gall: 
'Midst  changing  scenes  and  dying  friends, 
Be  thou  my  all  in  all. 

177.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  MY  God  was  with  me  all  the  night, 
And  gave  me  sweet  repose; 
His  angels  watch'd  me  while  I  slept, 
Or  I  had  never  rose. 


PaMtly  wossrtfr.  178 

2  Now,  for  the  mercies  of  the  night, 

My  humble  thanks  I'll  pay; 
And  unto  God  I'll  dedicate 
The  first  fruits  of  the  day. 

3  In  pressing  dangers,  fears,  and  death, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore; 
And  praise  ihee  for  thy  mercies  past. 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

4  My  life,  if  thou  preserv'st  my  life. 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be; 
And  death,  when  death  must  be  my  lot; 
Shall  join  my  soul  to  thee. 

IT  5.  HYMN.     S.  M. 

1  SEE  how  the  morning  sun 

Pursues  his  shining  way. 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise 
With  ev'ry  brigbt'ning  ray. 

2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 

Its  heav'nly  Parent  sing, 
And  to  its  great  Original 
The  bumble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down 

Beneath  his  guardian  care; 
I  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near.' 

4  My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote.  O  Lord,  to  thee! 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 


179-180        FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

179.  Morning,  emblematic  of  eternal  day.  L.  M. 

1  IN  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 

I  safely  pass'd  the  silent  night: 
Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, 
I  drink  again  the  morning  light. 

2  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour; 

Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be! 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  springs*  my  guardian  God,  to  thee. 

3  O  guide  me  through  the  various  maze 

My  doubtful  feet  are  doom'd  to  tread; 
And  spread  thy  shield's  protecting  blaze, 
Where  dangers  press  around  my  head. 

4  A  deeper  shade  shall  soon  impend, 

A  deeper  sleep  my  eyes  oppress; 

Yet  then,  thy  strength  shall  still  defend, 

Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 

5  That  deeper  shade  shall  break  away, 

That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  my  eyes; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day, 
Thy  love,  the  raptures  of  the  skies. 

180.  A  Morning  Song.  C.  M. 

1  ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound, 
Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  he  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 


FAMILY   WORSHIP.        181-182 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame; 

My  tongue  shall  speak  bis  praise.' 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun; 
And  yet  thou  length' nest  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 

181.  Morning.  C.  M. 

1  WHEN  we,  with  welcome  slumber  press'd, 

Had  clos'd  our  weary  eyes, 
A  power  unseen  secur'd  our  rest, 
And  made  us  joyful  rise. 

2  Numbers  this  night  liave  doubtless  met 

Their  lori£  eternal  doom, 
And  lost  the  joys  of  morning  light 
In  dealh's  tremendous  gloom. 

3  But  life  to  us  its  light  prolongs; 

Let  warmest  thanks  arise: 
Great  God.  accept  our  morning  songs, 
Our  willing  sacrifice. 

182.  HYMN.    7s. 

1  NOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone,' 
Now  the  morning  light  is  come; 
Lord,  may  I  be  thine  to-day? 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 


183  FAMILV    WORSHIP. 

2  Fill  my  soul  with  heav'nly  light. 
Banish  doubt,  and  cleanse  my  sight; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 

Help  me  labor,  help  me  pray. 

3  Keep  my  haughty  passions  bound; 
Save  me  from  my  foes  around; 
Going  out  and  coming  in, 

Keep  me  safe  from  ev'ry  sin. 

4  When  my  work  of  life  is  past, 
O  receive  me  then  at  last! 
Night  of  sin  will  be  no  more, 
When  I  reach  the  heav'nly  shore. 

183.  Evening.  L.  M. 

1  LORD,  as  the  evening  shades  arise 
And  chase  the  twilight  from  the  skies, 
Thy  wond'rous  bounty  may  we  find, 
And  share  it  with  a  grateful  mind. 

2  O!  make  our  weary  members  blest 
With  sweet  refreshment  in  their  rest; 
And  in  the  hours  of  darkness  spread 
Thy  guardian  arms  around  our  head. 

3  Upon  our  knees  as  here  we  bow, 
Light  of  the  world,  Redeemer,  now 
Fill  all  our  breasts,  lest  deadly  sin 
Should  cause  a  darker  night  within. 

4  If  thoughts  on  Thee  our  souls  employ, 
E'en  darkness  will  afford  us  joy, 

Till  Thou  shalt  call,  and  we  shall  soar. 
And  part  with  darkness  evermore. 


FAMILY   WORSHIP.        184-185 

184.  Evening  Hymn.  CM. 

1  FATHER,  by  saints  on  earth  ador'd, 

By  saints  beyond  the  skies, 
Accept,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord, 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  If  kept  to-day  from  wilful  sin, 

We  magnify  thy  grace: 
Thou  hast  our  kind  Preserver  been, 
And  thine  be  all  the  praise. 

3  We  live,  to  testify  the  grace 

Which  sure  salvation  brings; 
And  sink  to-night  in  thine  embrace, 
And  rest  beneath  thy  wings. 

4  But  whether,  Lord,  we  wake  or  sleep, 

(The  charge  of  Love  divine,) 
We  trust  thy  Providence  to  keep 
Our  souls  for  ever  thine. 

185.  God,  the  Provider.  CM, 

1  FATHER  of  love!  from  age  to  age, 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace 
The  heart  and  lips  of  saints  engage 
In  cheerful  songs  to  praise. 

2  Creatures,  in  various  trains,  to  thee 

Raise  the  dependent  eye; 
Thy  stores  of  goodness,  rich  and  free, 
Their  various  wants  supply. 

3  But  oh,  the  treasures  of  thy  love, 

To  man's  apostate  race, 
Are  boundless  myst'ries,  far  above 
Both  man's  and  angel's  praise! 


186  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

4  Jesus,  in  whom  all  fulness  dwells, 

Through  endless  years  the  same, 
To  ev'iy  hung'ring  soul  reveals 
The  glories  of  his  name. 

5  Thousands  in  this  dark  world  below, 

His  faithfulness  attest; 
In  worlds  above,  ten  thousand  know 
That  humble  souls  are  blest. 

386.  Evening  Hymn.  C.  M. 

1  NOW,  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts, 

Let  incense  flames  arise; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Awake,  our  love;  awake,  our  joy; 

Awake,  our  heart  and  tongue; 
Sleep  not  when  mercies  loudly  call; 
Break  forth  into  a  song. 

3  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied 

Have  made  up  all  this  day; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  fleet  and  free  than  they. 

4  New  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require: 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  heart's  desire. 

5  Lord  of  our  time,  whose  hand  hath  set 

New  time  upon  our  score, 
Thee  may  we  praise  for  all  our  time, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more! 


FAMILY   WORSHIP.        187-188 

187.  Evening.  C.  M. 

1  INDULGENT  Father,  by  whose  care 

I've  pass'd  another  day, 
Let  me  this  night  thy  mercy  share, 
And  teach  me  how  to  pray. 

2  Show  me  my  sins,  and  how  to  mourn 

My  guilt  before  thy  face; 
Direct  me,  Lord,  to  Christ  alone, 
And  save  me  by  thy  grace. 

3  Let  each  returning  night  declare 

The  tokens  of  thy  love; 
And  ev:ry  hour  thy  grace  prepare 
My  soul  for  joys  above. 

4  And  when  on  earth  I  close  mine  eyes, 

To  sleep  in  death's  embrace, 
Let  me  to  heav'n  and  glory  rise, 
T'  enjoy  thy  smiling  face. 

188.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Wesley. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  meet  the  day; 

Unfold  thy  drowsy  eyes, 
And  burst  the  pond'rous  chain  that  loads 
Thine  active  faculties. 

2  God's  guardian  shield  was  round  me  spread 

In  my  defenceless  sleep; 
Let  him  have  all  my  waking  hours, 
Who  doth  my  slumbers  keep. 

3  Pardon,  O  God,  my  former  sloth, 

And  arm  my  soul  with  grace! 
As  rising  now,  I  seal  my  vows 
To  prosecute  thy  ways. 


189-190       PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Bright  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
Thy  radiant  beams  display, 
And  guide  my  dark  bewilder'd  soul 
To  everlasting  day. 

Public   Worship. 

189.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Steele. 

1  COME,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints, 

Our  humble  strains  attend, 
While  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  When  we  thy  wond'rous  glories  hear, 

And  all  thy  suff'rings  trace, 
What  sweetly  awful  scenes  appear! 
What  rich  unbounded  grace! 

3  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise! 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies! 

4  Come,  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heav'nly  flame; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

190.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts, 
1  AWAY  from  ev'ry  mortal  care, 

Away  from  earth,  our  souls  retreat; 
We  leave  this  worthless  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worship  near  thy  feet. 


PUBLIC    W0K5HIP.  191 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace, 

We  see  thy  feet,  and  we  adore; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 
And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  power. 

3  While  here,  our  various  wants  we  mourn, 

United  groans  ascend  on  high, 
And  prayer  brings  back  a  quick  return 
Of  blessings  in  variety. 

4  If  Satan  rage  and  sin  grow  strong, 

Here  we  receive  some  cheering  word; 
We  gird  the  Gospel  armor  on, 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Or,  if  our  spirit  faints  and  dies, 

Our  conscience  pain'd  with  inward  stings, 
Here  doth  the  righteous  Sun  arise 
With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings. 

6  Father!  my  soul  would  still  abide 

Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  side; 
But  if  my  feet  must  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  tby  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

191.  Desiring  to  praise.  C.  M. 

1  COME,  blessed  Spirit,  fill  my  soul 

With  my  Redeemer's  praise: 
To  thee,  my  God,  my  friend,  my  all, 
My  cheerful  voice  I'll  raise. 

2  My  heart  would  joy  in  thee,  my  Lord, 

My  tongue  thy  grace  declare; 
And  psalms  and  hymns,  and  sacred  songs, 
My  day  and  night  should  share. 

3  But  ah!  my  lips  in  vain  do  strive 

Thy  goodness  to  recount; 


192  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

Language  can  ne'er  set  forth  thy  love, 
Nor  to  thy  riches  mount. 

4  Accept  then,  Lord,  my  weak  desires 

To  bless  and  praise  thy  Name; 
And  may  my  life  in  stronger  words 
Set  forth  my  ardent  aim. 

5  To  thee  I  look,  to  thee  I  cry; 

O  hear  my  suppliant  voice! 
Fill  me  with  love,  with  patience,  hope, 
And  humbly  I'll  rejoice. 

192.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Stennett. 

1  HOW  charming  is  the  place 

Where  my  Redeemer  God 

Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 

And  sheds  his  love  abroad!  j 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compar'd  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 

3  Here  on  the  mercy  seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crown'd, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  Him  their  prayers  and  cries 

All  humbled  souls  present; 
He  listens  to  the  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  they  want. 

5  To  them  his  sov'reign  will 

He  graciously  imparts, 
And  in  return  accepts,  with  smiles, 
The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 


PUELIC    WORSHIP.        193-194 

6  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 
Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  ray  God. 

193.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Watts. 

1  COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jesus' blood, 

That  calm'd  Irs  frowning  face; 
That  sprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
And  turned  the  wrath  to  grace. 

3  Now  we  may  bow  before  bis  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord; 

No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 

Nor  double  flaming  sword. 

4  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  bliss 

Are  open  night  and  day! 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  sing  ourselves  away. 

5  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high! 
And  glory  to  th'  Almighty  King, 
That  lays  his  fury  by. 

194.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts, 
1  MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 

A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee: 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 


195  PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth? 
Why  should  I  cling  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour  go? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense; 
One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  begone; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

195.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Beddowr. 

1  LET  party  names  no  more 

The  Christian  world  o'erspread: 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ,  their  Head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 

Let  mutual  love  be  found; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crown'd. 

3  Let  envy  and  ill-will 

Be  banish'd  far  away; 
And  all  in  Christian  bonds  unite, 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  no  discordant  sounds  are  beard. 
But  all  is  peace  and  love. 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.         196-197 

196.  Jesus'  blood  softens  the  heart.     C.  M. 

1  IS  there  a  thing  that  moves  and  breaks 

A  heart  as  hard  as  stone? 
Or  warms  a  heart  as  cold  as  ice? 

'Tis  Jesus'  blood  alone. 
One  drop  of  this  can  truly  cheer 

And  heal  the  wounded  soul: 
What  multitudes  of  broken  hearts 

This  living  stream  makes  whole! 

2  Hark,  O  my  soul!  what  sing  the  choirs 

Around  the  glorious  throne? 
Hark,  the  slain  Lamb,  for  evermore, 

Sounds  in  the  sweetest  tone! 
The  elders  there  cast  down  their  crowns; 

And  all,  both  night  and  day, 
Sing  praise  to  Him  who  shed  his  blood, 

And  washed  their  guilt  away. 

3  And  this,  while  here,  we  will  proclaim, 

(Cheerful  in  our  degree,) 
That,  through  the  blood  of  God's  dear  Son, 

Each  soul  may  happy  be. 
But  thou,  O  Lord,  make  ev'ry  day 

Thy  grace  to  us  more  sweet, 
Till  we  behold  thy  wounded  side, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet. 

197.  Rich  man  and  Lazarus.        L.  M. 

1  IN  what  confusion  earth  appears! 
God's  dearest  children  bathed  in  tears, 
While  they  who  heaven  itself  deride, 
Riot  in  luxury  and  pride. 
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198  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  But  patient  let  my  soul  attend, 
And  ere  I  censure,  view  the  end; 
That  end,  how  different!  who  can  tell 
The  wide  extremes  of  heaven  and  hellT 

3  See  the  red  flames  around  him  twine, 
Who  did  in  gold  and  purple  shine! 
Nor  can  his  tongue  one  drop  obtain, 
T'  allay  the  scorchiug  of  his  pain; 

4  While  round  the  saint,  so  poor  below, 
Full  rivers  of  salvation  flow! 

On  Abrah'm's  breast  he  leans  his  head, 
And  banquets  on  celestial  bread. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  let  me  appear 
The  meanest  of  thy  servants  here, 
So  that  at  length  I  may  but  taste 
The  blessings  of  thy  marriage  feast. 

198.  The  Passion  of  Christ.        L.  M. 

1  COME,  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  expired  in  shame  and  blood, 
Like  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 

2  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  shook  their  heads  and  laugh'd  in  scorn: 
"He  rescued  others  from  the  grave, 
Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save." 

3  O  hardened  people!  cruel  priests! 

How  they  stood  round  like  savage  beasts! 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power! 

4  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet; 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.        199-208 

By  lot  his  garments  they  divide. 
And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 
5  But,  gracious  God.  thy  power  and  love 
Have  made  his  death  a  blessing  prove! 
Though  once  upon  the  cross  he  bled, 
Immortal  honors  crown  his  bead. 

199.  HYMN.     L.  If.  Walls. 

1  HAPPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place. 
The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace; 

Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode. 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

2  Thy  walls  are  strength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heavenly  warriors  waits: 

N   I  shall  thy  deep  foundations  move. 
Fixed  on  his  counsels  and  bis  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  desisns  en  - 
Against  his  throne  in  vain 

Like  rising  waves,  with  angry  roar. 
That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 

4  Then  let  our  souls  in  Zion  dwell. 

N :  r  fear  the  wrath  of  earth  and  hell: 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun: 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run. 
On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace. 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 

200.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Xcvcion. 
1  PREPARE  me,  gracious  God. 

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201  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

Thy  Spirit  must  the  work  perform, 
For  it  is  all  of  grace. 

2  In  Christ's  obedience  clothe, 

And  wash  me  in  his  blood; 
So  shall  I  lift  my  head  with  joy 
Among  the  sons  of  God. 

3  Do  thou  my  sins  subdue, 

Thy  sov'reign  love  make  known, 
The  spirit  of  my  mind  renew, 
And  save  me  in  thy  Son. 

4  Let  me  attest  thy  power, 

Let  me  thy  goodness  prove, 
Till  my  full  soul  can  hold  no  more 
Of  everlasting  love. 

201.  HYMN.     CM.  Watts. 

1  O  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law! 

'Tis  daily  my  delight; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 

To  meditate  thy  word; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away. 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord. 

3  Thy  heav'nly  words  my  heart  engage, 

And  well  employ  my  tongue, 
And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage, 
Yield  me  a  heav'nly  song. 

4  Am  I  a  stranger,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feast; 
Not  honey,  dropping  from  the  comb, 
So  much  allures  the  taste. 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.  202 

5  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind; 

Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 

For  loads  of  silver  well  refined, 

Nor  heaps  of  choicest  gold. 

6  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 
And  there  1  write  thy  praise. 

202.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Hoskins.. 

1  GREAT  Light  of  life,  thou  nature's  Lord, 
Bring  light  from  darkness  by  thy  word; 
Shine  in  our  hearts,  in  mercy  shine, 

To  give  the  light  of  truth  divine. 

2  Light  of  our  souls,  thyself  reveal, 
Thy  power  and  presence  let  us  feel. 
And  know  and  see  the  wond'rous  things 
Conceal'd  from  prophets,  priests  and  kings.. 

3  In  the  dear  face  of  Christ,  our  God, 
His  righteousness,  and  pard'ning  blood, 
May  we  behold  our  All  in  All, 

And  on  his  name  for  ever  call. 

4  There,  thy  perfections  shine  most  bright; 
May  we  behold  them  with  delight, 
And  see  how  justice,  truth  and  grace, 
Unite,  and  smile  in  Jesus'  face. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
Open  our  long  benighted  eyes; 
Shine,  Jesus,  shine  from  day  to  day, 
Till  all  that's  dark  be  done  away. 


203-204       PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

203.  HYMN.     S.  M.       Doddridge, 

1  DEAR  Saviour,  we  are  thine 

By  everlasting  bands; 
Our  names,  our  hearts,  we  would  resign; 
Our  souls  are  in  thy  hands. 

2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave 

With  ever  growing  zeal: 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
O  let  them  ne'er  prevail. 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  thee,  our  Head; 
Shall  form  us  to  thy  image  bright, 
That  we  thy  paths  may  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 

From  these  abodes  of  clay; 
But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear? 
If  he  in  heaven  hath  fixed  his  throne, 
He'll  fix  his  members  there. 

204.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Newton, 

1  NOW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 

And  make  thy  glory  known; 
Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

2  Help  us  to  venture  near  thy  throne, 

And  plead  a  Saviour's  name; 
For  all  that  we  can  call  our  own, 
Is  vanity  and  shame. 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.  205 

3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more; 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
That  never  loved  before. 

4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 

205.  HYMN.     L.  M.        Cruttenden. 

1  LORD,  didst  thou  die,  but  not  for  me? 

Am  I  forbid  to  trust  thy  blood? 
Hast  thou  not  pardons  rich  and  free, 
And  grace,  an  overwhelming  flood? 

2  Who  then  shall  drive  my  trembling  soul 

From  thee,  to  regions  of  despair? 
Who  has  surveyed  the  sacred  roll, 

And  found  my  name  not  written  there? 

3  Presumptuous  thought — to  fix  the  bound, 

To  limit  mercy's  sov'reign  reign! 
What  other  happy  souls  have  found 
I'll  seek — nor  shall  I  seek  in  vain. 

4  I  own  my  guilt,  my  sins  confess; 

Can  men  or  devils  make  them  more? 
Of  crimes  already  numberless, 

Vain  the  attempt  to  swell  the  score. 

5  Were  the  long  list  before  my  sight, 

While  I  remember  thou  hast  died, 
'Twould  only  urge  my  speedier  flight 
To  seek  salvation  at  thy  side. 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  I'll  cast  me  down, 

To  thee  reveal  my  guilt  and  fear; 


206-207       PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

And — if  thou  spurn  me  from  thy  throne— 
I'll  be  the  first  who  perished  there! 

206.  HYMN.     S.  M.      Hammond. 

1  AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  rising  power, 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore! 

3  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  the  eternal  King. 

4  Soon  shall  ye  hear  him  say, 

"Ye  blessed  children,  come!" 
Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 
And  take  his  pilgrims  home. 

207.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Watts. 

1  LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice; 
The  trumpet  of  the  Gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Come,  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  si  rive,  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind; 

3  Eternal  Wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 


208 


And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho!  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die, 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Dear  Lord,  the  treasures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlasting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helpless  miseries  are, 
And  boundless  as  our  sins! 

6  The  happy  gates  of  Gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day! 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  awray. 

208.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts. 

1  NOW,  while  the  Gospel  net  is  cast, 

Do  thou,  O  Lord,  the  effort  own! 
From  numerous  disappointments  past, 
Teach  us  to  hope  in  thee  alone. 

2  May  this  be  a  much  favored  hour 

To  souls  in  Satan's  bondage  led: 
O!  clothe  thy  word  with  sov'reign  power 
To  break  the  rocks,  and  raise  the  dead! 

3  To  mourners  speak  a  cheering  word, 

On  seeking;  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine; 
Let  poor  backsliders  be  restored, 
And  all  thy  saints  in  praises  join. 

4  [O!  hear  our  prayer,  and  give  us  hope, 

That  when  thy  voice  shall  call  us  home, 
Thou  still  will  raise  a  people  up, 

To  love  and  praise  thee  in  our  room.] 


209-210     ruBLic  worship. 

209.  HYMN.     S.  M.         Beddome. 

1  DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 

Angels  with  wonder  see! 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul; 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee! 

3  He  wept,  that  we  might  weep; 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear: 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

210.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Upton. 

1  LORD,  we  adore  thy  matchless  ways 

In  bringing  souls  to  thee; 
We  sing  and  shout  eternal  praise 
For  grace  so  full  and  free. 

2  Thy  grace  pervades  the  prison's  gloom, 

And  shines  with  lustre  there; 
Thy  power  can  bring  a  jailor  home, 
With  trembling  hope  and  fear. 

3  Our  works  are  all  the  works  of  sin, 

Our  nature  quite  depraved: 

Jesus  alone  can  make  us  clean: 

By  grace  are  sinners  saved. 

4  "Believe,  believe,"  the  Gospel  cries, 

"This  is  the  living  way!" 
From  faith  in  Christ  our  hopes  arise, 
And  shine  to  perfect  day. 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.        211-212 

5  Come  sinners,  then,  the  Saviour  trust, 
To  wash  you  in  his  blood; 
To  change  your  hearts,  subdue  your  lust, 
And  bring  you  home  to  God. 

211.  HYMN.     C.  M.        Doddridge. 

1  HEAR,  gracious    Sovereign,  from  thy 

throne, 
And  send  thy  various  blessings  down: 
While  by  thine  Israel  thou  art  sought, 
Attend  the  prayer  thy  word  hath  taught. 

2  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  the  coldest  hearts  with  love; 
Soften  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone, 

And  let  thy  godlike  power  be  known. 

3  Speak  thou,  and  from  the  haughtiest  eyes 
Shall  floods  of  pious  sorrows  rise, 
While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne 
To  seek  that  grace  which  now  they  scorn. 

4  Oh,  let  a  holy  flock  await 
Num'rous  around  thy  temple  gate, 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 
A  living  sacrifice  to  thee! 

5  In  answer  to  our  fervent  cries, 
Give  us  to  see  thy  church  arise; 
Or,  if  that  blessing  seem  too  great, 
Give  us  to  mourn  its  low  estate. 

212.  HYMN.    S.  M.  Wafts, 
I  COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad. 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing; 
Jehovah  is  the  sov'reign  God, 
The  universal  King. 


213  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown, 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne; 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own; 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race, 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drest, 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear, 
"You  that  despise  my  promised  rest, 
Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

213.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  YE  glitt'ring  toys  of  earth,  adieu; 

A  nobler  choice  be  mine: 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Begone,  (unworthy  of  my  cares,) 

Ye  specious  baits  of  sense; 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  of  price  immense! 

3  Jesus — to  multitudes  unknown — 

O  name  divinely  sweet! 


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Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honor,  pleasure  meet. 

4  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 

Their  boasted  stores  resign, 
With  joy  I  would  resign  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

5  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possess'd, 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  forever  bless'd. 

6  Dear  Sov'reign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine; 
Accept  the  wish  that  love  inspires, 
And  let  my  graces  shine. 

214.  Prayer  for  success  of  Gospel.     L.  JVL 

1  CAPTAIN  of  thine  enlisted  host, 

Display  thy  glorious  banner  high! 
The  summons  send  from  coast  to  coast, 
And  Call  a  numerous  army  nigh. 

2  A  solemn  Jubilee  proclaim, 

Proclaim  the  great  Sabbatic  day; 
Assert  the  glories  of  thy  Name; 
Spoil  Satan  of  his  captive  prey. 

3  O  bid  thy  heralds  publish  loud 

The  peaceful  blessings  of  thy  reign! 
And  when  they  speak  of  sprinkled  blood, 
The  mystery  to  the  heart  explain. 

215.  Before  Sermon.  C.  M. 
1  ALMIGHTY  God!  Eternal  Lord! 

Thy  gracious  power  make  known; 


216  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

Touch,  by  the  virtue  of  thy  Word, 
And  melt  the  heart  of  stone. 

2  Speak  with  the  voice  that  wakes  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  sleeper  rise; 
And  let  his  guilty  conscience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

3  Let  us  receive  the  Word  we  hear, 

Each  in  an  honest  heart, 
Lay  up  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  with  it  part. 

4  Now  let  our  darkness  comprehend 

The  light  that  shines  so  clear; 
Now  the  revealing  Spirit  send, 
And  give  us  ears  to  hear. 

216.  After  Sermon.  CM. 

1  ALMIGHTY  God!  thy  word  is  cast 

Like  seed  into  the  ground; 
Now  let  the  dew  of  heaven  descend, 
And  righteous  fruits  abound. 

2  Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove; 
But  give  it  root  in  ev'ry  heart, 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 

The  rising  plant  destroy; 
But  let  it  yield  a  hundred  fold, 
The  fruits  of  peace  and  joy. 

4  Oft  as  the  precious  seed  is  sown, 

Thy  quick'ning  grace  bestow, 
That  all,  whose  souls  the  truth  receive, 
Its  saving  power  may  know. 


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217.  Love  to  the  Church.  S.  M. 

1  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode; 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons, 

My  voice,  or  hands  deny, 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

3  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare,  or  her  wo, 
Let  ev'ry  joy  this  heart  forsake, 
And  ev'ry  grief  o'erflow. 

4  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend, 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

218.  Sinai  and  Calvary.         C.  M. 

1  HARK!  how  from  Sinai's  mount  proceeds 

The  trumpet's  awful  blast! 
While  yet  the  heart  with  anguish  bleeds, 
And  sinks  in  wo  at  last. 

2  Behold,  the  sinner's  fearless  soul, 

Which  love  could  ne'er  arrest, 
With  trembling  hears  the  thunder  roll, 
And  death  approaching  fast. 

3  But  lo!  what  sounds  of  heav'nly  peace 

Amid  the  storm  I  hear, 
When  howling  winds  a  moment  cease, 
And  love  succeeds  to  fear! 


219  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Now,  on  the  hill  of  Calvary, 

Where  Jesus  once  was  slain, 
Sweet  peace,  and  love,  and  sympathy, 
There  all  unbroken  reign. 

5  Whene'er  the  tempest's  vengeful  voice, 

And  guilt,  my  soul  appal, 

I  then  in  Jesus  will  rejoice, 

And  mercy's  gentle  call. 

6  And  when  by  care  or  wo  opprest, 

Or  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
I'll  flee  to  him  and  find  a  rest, 
Enjoy  in  him  my  all. 

219.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  SHOW  me  the  souls  to  doubt  exposed, 
To  such  this  question  is  proposed: 
"Ask,"  saith  the  Lord — "and  let  me  know 
What  I  shall  now  on  thee  bestow. 

2  "Say  what  thy  wants,  and  what  thy  wroes! 
Dost  thou  in  me  thy  trust  repose? 

Art  thou  my  friend  sincerely  true? 
Speak,  for  thy  springs  of  thought  I  view. 

3  "Art  thou  to  seriousness  inclin'd? 
Ask,  and  I'll  solemnize  thy  mind: 
Dost  thou  want  love  to  Jesus'  name? 
Ask,  and  his  matchless  love  proclaim. 

4  "Dost  thou  want  peace  and  pardon  seal'd? 
Ask,  for  they  wait  to  be  reveal'd: 

Dost  thou  want  faith  and  holy  fear? 
Ask,  and  behold  the  blessings  near. 

5  "Dost  thou  want  strength  'gainst  sin  to  fight? 
Ask,  and  I'll  make  thee  strong  in  might: 


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Dost  thou  want  light  and  life  divine? 
Ask,  and  eternal  life  is  thine. 
6  "Wilt  thou  be  made  completely  whole? 
Ask,  and  I'll  renovate  thy  soul; 
This  instant  ask,  arise  and  pray, 
Nor  lose  such  blessings  by  delay." 

220.  HYMN.    S.  M.    MontgQimry. 

1  OH,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh: 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years— 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath: 
O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

6  Here  would  we  end  our  quest- 

Alone  are  found  in  thee 
The  life  of  perfect  love,  the  rest 
Of  immortality. 

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221-222       PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

221.  Coronation.  C.  M. 

1  ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name; 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall! 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all! 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all! 

3  Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David,  Lord  did  call, 

The  God  incarnate!  man  divine! 

And  crown  him — Lord  of  all! 

4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all! 

5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all! 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all! 

222.  Intercession.  L.  M. 
1  HE  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 

(What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives!) 
And  now,  before  his  Father  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 


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2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  Justice,  arm'd  with  frowns,  appears; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence  then,  ye  black  despairing  thoughts! 
Above  our  ears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart! 

5  Great  Advocate,  Almighty  Friend, 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend: 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 

223.  Efficacious  Grace.  C.  M. 

1  HAIL,  mighty  Jesus!  how  divine 

Is  thy  victorious  sword! 
The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign, 
At  thy  commanding  word. 

2  Deep  are  the  wounds  thine  arrows  give, 

They  pierce  the  hardest  heart; 
Thy  smiles  of  grace  the  slain  revive, 
And  joy  succeeds  to  smart. 

3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh; 

Come,  with  majestic  sway, 
Down  from  thy  glorious  throne  on  high, 
And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

4  And  when  thy  vict'ries  are  complete, 

When  all  the  chosen  race 


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Shall  round  the  throne  of  glory  meet, 

To  sing  thy  conq'ring  grace, 
5  O  may  my  humble  soul  be  found 

Among  that  favored  band! 
And  I,  with  them,  thy  praise  will  sound, 

As  round  the,  throne  we  stand. 

224.  HYMN.    L.  M.        J.  Steward. 

1  AH!  wretched  souls  are  they  who  hear 

With  scorn  the  sound  of  Gospel  grace; 
For  sorrow  walks  along  with  sin, 
Although  they  keep  not  equal  pace. 

2  How  blindly  sinners  grasp  their  chains, 

And  yet  of  freedom  vainly  boast! 
They  look  for  happiness  and  peace, 
Nor  think  by  sin  their  peace  is  lost. 

3  Approaching  vice  is  deck'd  in  charms, 

And  smiles  with  promises  of  gain: 
No  sooner  past,  its  joys  are  fled, 

And  all  its  pleasures  changed  to  pain. 

4  Sinners  may  for  a  time  rejoice, 

Till  storms  of  threatened  wrath  arise, 
Till  Justice  grasp  th'  avenging  sword, 
And  then  the  wretch,  the  sinner,  dies. 

225.  Grace  reigning.  C.  M. 

1  NOW  may  the  Lord  reveal  his  face, 

And  teach  our  stamm'ring  tongues 
To  make  his  sov'reign,  reigning  grace, 
The  subject  of  our  songs. 

2  Grace  reigns  to  pardon  crimson  sins, 

To  melt  the  hardest  hearts; 


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And  from  the  work  it  once  begins, 

It  never  more  departs. 
3  *Twas  grace  that  called  our  souls  at  first, 

By  grace  thus  far  we're  come, 
And  grace  will  help  us  through  the  worst; 

And  lead  us  safely  home. 

226.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  THE  food  on  which  thy  children  live, 
Great  God,  is  thine  alone  to  give; 

And  we,  for  grace  received,  would  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  love  and  praise. 

2  How  vast,  how  full,  how  rich,  how  free,' 
Dear  Jesus,  thy  rich  treasures  be! 

To  the  full  fountain  of  our  joys 
We  gladly  come  for  fresh  supplies. 

3  For  this  we  wait  upon  thee,  Lord; 
For  this  we  listen  to  thy  word: 
Descend,  like  gentle  showers  of  rain, 
Nor  let  our  souls  attend  in  vain. 

227.  HYMN.    S.  M. 

1  SEE  Sodom  wrapt  in 'fire! 

And  hark,  what  piercing  shrieks! 
These  daring  rebels  now  expire; 
For  God  in  justice  speaks. 

2  O  sinner,  mark  thy  fate! 

Soon  will  the  Judge  appear; 
And  then  thy  cries  will  come  too  late, 
Too  late  for  God  to  hear. 

3  The  day  of  mercy  gone, 

The  Spirit  grieved  away, 


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4  But  grace  so  dearly  bought, 
If  yet  thou  wilt  despise, 
Thy  fearful  doorn^  with  vengeance  fraught, 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise. 

231.  HYMN.     CM. 

1  REPENT!  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

Nor  longer  dare  delay! 
The  Avretch  that  scorns  the  mandate,  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sov'reign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men; 
His  heralds  are  despatch'd  abroad, 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  Together  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess: 
Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar; 
For  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bound, 
And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 

5  Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days! 
Our  hearts,  subdued  by  goodness,  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 

232.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Perry 
1  SINNERS,  rejoice,  'tis  Christ  that  died; 

Behold,  his  blood  flows  from  his  side, 
To  wash  your  soul,  and  raise  you  high, 
To  dwell  with  God  above  the  sky. 


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2  Tis  Christ  that  died — O  love  divine! 
Here  mercy,  truth,  and  justice,  shine! 
God  reconciled,  and  sinners  bought 
With  Jesus'  blood — how  sweet  the  thought! 

3  'Tis  Christ  that  died — a  truth  indeed, 
On  which  my  faith  would  ever  feed; 
Nor  let  the  works  that  I  perform 

Be  named,  to  swell  a  haughty  worm. 

4  'Tis  Christ  that  died — 'tis  Christ  was  slain, 
To  save  my  soul  from  endless  pain: 

'Tis  Christ  that  died,  shall  be  my  theme 
While  I  have  breath  to  praise  his  name. 

233.  HYMN.    S.  M.  Watts. 

1  BEHOLD,  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  Gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word, 

And  all  thy  judgments  just! 
For  ever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given! 
O  may  I  never  hear  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven? 


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234.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear? 

Repent!  thy  end  is  nigh; 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far; 
O  think  before  thou  die! 

2  Reflect,  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save; 

Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave? 
How  stands  that  dark  account? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence; 

His  time  there's  none  can  tell; 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven  or  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 

Shall  crawling  worms  consume: 
But  ah,  destruction  stops  not  there- 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb! 

5  To-day,  the  Gospel  calls — to-day, 

Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you! 
Let  every  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue. 

235.  HYMN.     L.  M.  FawcctL 

1  THY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford; 
Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixed  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above; 
With  food  divine  may  we  be  fed, 
And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 


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3  To  us  the  sacred  word  apply 
With  sov'reign  power  and  energy; 
And  may  we,  in  thy  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

4  Father,  in  us  thy  Son  reveal; 
Teach  us  to  know  and  do  thy  will; 
Thy  saving  power  and  love  display, 
And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

236.  HYMN.    S.  M. 

1  AND  shall  we  still  be  slaves, 

And  in  our  fetters  lie, 
When  summoned  by  a  voice  divine 
To  assert  our  liberty? 

2  Did  the  great  Saviour  bleed, 

Our  freedom  to  obtain, 
That  we  should  trample  on  his  blood, 
And  glory  in  our  chain? 

3  Alas,  the  sordid  mind, 

How  all  its  powers  are  broke! 
Proud  of  a  tyrant's  haughty  sway, 
And  practiced  to  the  yoke! 

4  Divine  Redeemer,  here 

Thy  sov'reign  power  impart, 
And  let  thy  gen'rous  spirit  wake 
True  ardor  in  our  heart. 

5  Then  shall  the  sons  of  death, 

That  in  the  dungeon  lie, 
Spring  to  the  throne  of  pard'ning  grace, 
And  Abba,  Father,  cry. 


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237.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Perry, 

1  LET  earth  and  seas,  with  all  the  skies, 

In  grateful  songs  conspire, 
Since  Christ  the  Lord  for  sinners  dies, 
To  pluck  them  from  the  fire. 

2  Satan  accuses  all  the  saints, 

And  roars  as  lions  do; 
But  Jesus  hears  their  long  complaints, 
And  says,  "I  died  for  you." 

3  'Tis  Christ  that  plucks  our  souls  as  brands 

From  everlasting  pain, 
And  safely  keeps  us  in  his  hands, 
Till  death  shall  be  our  gain. 

4  In  filthy  garments  we  were  drest, 

To  purity  estranged; 
Nor  did  we  differ  from  the  rest, 
"Till  grace  the  heart  had  changed." 

5  O  may  our  souls  with  rapture  think, 

While  with  our  tongues  we  tell, 
How  Jesus  plucked  us  from  the  brink 
Of  misery  and  hell! 

6  Victorious  grace,  and  boundless  love, 

To  God  alone  belong: 
Praise  him  below,  praise  him  above, 
In  every  tuneful  song. 

238.  HYxMN.    L.  M.  FawceU, 
1  WITH  melting  heart  and  weeping  eyes, 

My  guilty  soul  for  mercy  cries: 
What  shall  I  do,  or  whither  flee, 
T'  escape  that  vengeance  due  to  me? 


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2  Till  now,  I  saw  no  danger  nigh; 

I  lived  at  ease,  nor  feared  to  die; 
Wrapt  up  in  self-deceit  and  pride, 
"I  shall  have  peace  at  last,"  I  cried. 

3  But  when,  great  God,  thy  light  divine 
Had  shone  on  this  dark  soul  of  mine, 
Then  I  beheld,  with  trembling  awe, 
The  terrors  of  thy  holy  law. 

4  How  dreadful  now  my  guilt  appears, 
In  childhood,  youth,  and  growing  years, 
Before  thy  pure  discerning  eyei 

Lord,  what  a  filthy  wretch  am  I! 

5  Should  vengeance  still  my  soul  pursue, 
Death  and  destruction  are  my  due; 
Yet  Mercy  can  my  guilt  forgive, 

And  bid  a  dying  sinner  live. 

6  Does  not  thy  sacred  word  proclaim 
Salvation  free  in  Jesus'  name? 

To  him  I  look,  and  humbly  cry, 

''O  save  a  wretch  condemned  to  die!" 

239.  HYMN.     S.  M. 

1  MY  former  hopes  are  fled, 

My  terror  now  begins! 

I  feel,  alas,  that  I  am  dead 

In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways — 

O  dread  impending  doom! 


240 


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But  sure,  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimm'ringfrom  afar, 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way; 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 

240.  HYMN.     CM.  Newton. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear! 
It  sooths  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Dear  Name!  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place, 
My  never-failing  treasury,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace! 

4  By  thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled! 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

5  Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest  and  King, 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 


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6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

7  Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath; 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

241.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts. 

1  FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

3  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring, 
In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing; 
The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  shout  for  joy  the  Saviour's  name. 

4  In  every  land  begin  the  song, 
To  every  land  the  strains  belong; 

In  cheerful  sounds  your  voices  raise, 
And  fill  the  world  with  sounding  praise. 

242.  HYMN.    S.  M.  Wesletj. 
1  FATHER,  I  dare  believe 

Thee  merciful  and  true; 
Thou  wilt  my  guilty  soul  forgive, 
My  fallen  soul  renew. 


243  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  Come  then,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

And  bid  my  heart  be  clean; 
An  end  of  all  my  troubles  make 
An  end  of  all  my  sin. 

3  I  cannot  wash  my  heart, 

But  by  believing  thee, 
And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'  imparl 
The  spotless  purity. 

4  While  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 

Jesus,  the  grace  bestow; 
Now  thy  all-cleansing  blood  apply, 
And  I  am  white  as  snow. 

243.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Steele, 

1  COME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 

And  joy  to  make  it  known; 
The  Sov'reign  of  your  heart  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  Behold  your  King,  your  Saviour,  crowned 

With  glories  all  divine, 
And  tell  the  wond'ring  nations  round, 
How  bright  his  glories  shine. 

3  Infinite  power  and  boundless  grace 

In  him  unite  their  rays: 
You  that  have  e'er  beheld  his  face, 
Can  you  forbear  his  praise? 

4  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  glories  of  our  King, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

5  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain? 

Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise! 


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Thy  love  can  animate  the  strain, 
And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 
6  O  happy  period!  glorious  day! 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 
With  all  their  powers,  the  raptured  lay, 
To  celebrate  thy  praise.         » 

244.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Waits. 

1  HOW  blest  are  they  whose  feet  have  found 
The  way  into  Immanuel's  ground! 

And  steadfast  walk  the  blissful  road, 
Far  from  the  paths  by  sinners  trod! 

2  Their  weary  spirits  sweetly  rest, 
Contentedly,  on  Jesus'  breast: 
They  so  much  of  his  mercy  prove, 

„  As  wins  their  grateful  souls  to  love. 

3  His  Spirit  shows  their  sins  forgiven, 
And  seals  them  to  be  heirs  of  heaven, 
And  gives  them  patience  here  to  wait 
Till  Jesus  them  to  bliss  translate. 

4  He  arms  them  for  the  evil  day, 

That  they  in  heart  with  him  may  stay; 
He  girds  them  with  his  mighty  power,    ■ 
And  brings  them  through  the  trying  hour. 

5  Then  rest,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 
E'en  Jesus  Christ,  the  living  Word; 
And  then  thy  joy  shall  ne'er  decay, 
Till  it  breaks  out  in  endless  day. 

245.  HYMN.    S.  M. 
1  JESUS,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 

My  sure  unerriag  Light, 
12 


246  PUBLIC    WORSHIP, 

On  thee  my  feeble  steps  I  stay, 
Which  thou  wilt  guide  aright. 

2  My  Wisdom  and  my  Guide, 

My  Counsellor,  thou  art; 

O  never  let  me  leave  thy  side, 

Or  from  thy  paths  depart! 

3  I  lift  mine  eyes  to  thee, 

Thou  gracious  bleeding  Lamb, 
That  I  may  now  enlightened  be, 
And  never  put  to  shame. 

4  Teach  me  the  happy  art, 

On  thee  for  to  depend: 
O  never,  never,  Lord,  depart, 
But  love  me  to  the  end! 

246.  HYMN.     CM.  Tate, 

1  THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of 

In  trouble  and  in  joy,  [life, 

The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliv'rance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  who  are  distrest, 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just: 
Protection  he  affords  to  all 

Who  make  his  name  their  trust. 

4  O  make  but  trial  of  his  love! 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 


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5  Fear  Him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear; 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight; 
Your  wants  shall  be  his  care. 

6  While  hungry  lions  lack  their  prey, 

The  Lord  will  food  provide 

For  such  as  put  their  trust  in  him, 

And  see  their  needs  supplied. 

247.  HYMN.     CM.  Watts, 

1  EARTH  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long; 

'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne,  i 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blest  Man,  my  Saviour,  sits — 

The  God — how  bright  he  shines! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around, 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs; 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing; 
Jesus,  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

248.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts. 
1  BELIEVER,  lift  thy  drooping  head; 

Thy  Saviour  has  the  vict'ry  gained; 
See  all  thy  foes  in  triumph  led, 
And  everlasting  life  obtained. 


249  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

2  God  from  the  grave  has  raised  his  Son; 

Death  and  the  powers  of  hell  are  spoiled! 
Justice  declares  the  work  is  done, 
And  God  and  man  are  reconciled. 

3  Lo,  the  Redeemer  leaves  the  tomb! 

Behold  "Salvation's  Captain"  rise! 
His  mighty  arms  their  strength  resume, 
And  conquest  sparkles  in  his  eyes. 

4  Christians,  for  whom  the  Lord  was  slain, 

Give  to  his  name  the  glory  due; 

O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain 

To  live  to  him  who  died  for  you! 

5  Earth's  empty  toys  no  more  esteem; 

Your  minds  from  worldly  thoughts  re- 
Let  your  affections  rise  with  him,     [move? 
And  set  your  hearts  on  things  above. 

249.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Newton. 

1  DESTRUCTION'S  dangerous  road, 

What  multitudes  pursue! 
While  that  which  leads  the  soul  to  God, 
Is  known  or  sought  by  few. 

2  Believers  find  the  way 

Through  Christ,  the  living  gate; 
But  those  who  hate  this  holy  way, 
Complain  it  is  too  straight. 

3  If  self  must  be  denied, 

And  sin  no  more  caressed, 
They  rather  choose  the  way  that's  wide. 
And  strive  to  think  it  best. 

4  Encompassed  by  a  throng, 

On  numbers  they  depend: 


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They  say,  "So  many  can't  be  wrong, 
And  miss  a  happy  end!" 

5  O  hear  the  Saviour's  word — 

"Strive  for  the  heavenly  gate; 
Many  will  call  upon  the  Lord, 
And  find  their  cries  too  late!" 

6  Obey  the  Gospel  call, 

And  enter  while  you  may: 
The  flock  of  Christ  is  always  small, 
And  none  are  safe  but  they. 

250.  HYMN.     C.  M.       Doddridge. 

1  HARK,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 

The  Saviour,  promised  long! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 

Exerts  his  sacred  tire: 
Wisdom,  and  might,  and  zeal,  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held: 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray: 
And  on  the  eyes  opprest  with  night, 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure; 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 


251-252       PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 


6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  peace, 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

251.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts* 

1  OF  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 

Jesus,  thy  love  exceeds  the  rest; 
Love,  the  best  blessing  here  below, 
The  nearest  image  of  the  blest. 

2  While  we  are  held  in  thy  embrace, 

There's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove; 
Each  smile  upon  thy  beauteous  face, 
Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  love. 

3  While  of  thy  absence  we  complain, 

And  long,  or  weep — in  all  we  do — 
There's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain, 
And  tears  have  their  own  sweetness  too, 

4  When  round  thy  courts  by  day  we  rove, 

Or  ask  the  watchmen  of  the  night 
For  some  kind  tidings  of  our  Love, 
Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 

5  Jesus,  our  God,  yet  rather  come; 

Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face! 
'Tis  best  to  see  our  Lord  at  home, 
And  feel  the  presence  of  his  grace. 

252.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Watts, 

1  RAISE  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  tune; 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 


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2  Sing  how  eternal  Love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bade  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes! 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow; 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  Mercy  filled  the  throne, 

And  Wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die! 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears; 

Let  hopeless  sorrows  cease; 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 

And  take  the  offered  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

253.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  JESUS,  thou  all-redeeming  Lord, 

Thy  blessing  we  implore: 
Open  the  door  to  preach  thy  word, 
The  great  effectual  door. 

2  Gather  the  wand'ring  in,  and  save 

From  sin  and  Satan's  power; 
And  let  them  now  acceptance  have, 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

3  Lover  of  souls,  thou  knowest  to  prize 

What  thou  hast  bought  so  dear! 


254  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

Come  then,  and  in  thy  people's  eyes, 
With  all  thy  wounds  appear. 

4  Thy  feet  were  nailed  to  yonder  tree, 

To  trample  down  their  sin; 
Thy  hands  they  all  (stretch'd  out)  may  see, 
To  take  thy  murd'rers  in. 

5  Ready  thou  art  (he  blood  t'  apply, 

And  prove  the  record  true; 
And  all  thy  wounds  to  sinners  cry, 
"I  suffered  this  for  you!" 

254.  Religion.  L.  M. 

1  THROUGH  shades  and  solitudes  profound, 

The  fainting  traveller  winds  his  way; 
Bewild'ring  meteors  glare  around, 
And  tempt  his  wand'ring  feet  astray. 

2  Welcome,  thrice  welcome  to  his  eye, 

The  sudden  moon's  inspiring  light, 
When  forth  she  sallies  through  the  sky, 
The  guardian  angel  of  the  night. 

3  Thus  mortals,  blind  and  weak,  below 

Pursue  the  phantom-bliss  in  vain! 
The  world's  a  wilderness  of  wo, 
And  life  a  pilgrimage  of  pain, 

4  Till  mild  Religion,  from  above, 

Descends — a  sweet  engaging  form — 
The  messenger  of  heavenly  love, 
The  bow  of  promise  'mid  the  storm. 

6  Beyond  the  narrow  vale  of  time, 

Where  bright  celestial  ages  roll, 
To  scenes  eternal,  scenes  sublime, 

She  points  the  way,  and  leads  the  soul. 


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255.  The  righteous  and  the  wicked.    S.  M, 

1  THE  man  is  ever  blest 

Who  shuns  the  sinners'  ways; 
Amongst  their  councils  never  stands. 
Nor  takes  the  scorner's  place. 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  study  and  delight, 
Amidst  the  labors  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  shall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root; 
Fresh  as  the  leaf  his  name  shall  live; 
His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 

4  Not  so  th'  ungodly  race; 

They  no  such  blessings  find; 
Their  hopes  shall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  stand 

Before  that  judgment  seat, 
Where  all  the  saints,  at  Christ's  right  hand. 
In  full  assembly  meet? 

6  He  knows  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go; 
But  sinners  and  their  works  shall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

256.  The  Soul.  C.  M. 
1  WHAT  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price, 

The  whole  creation  round? 
That  which  was  lost  in  Paradise, 
That  which  in  Christ  is  found; 


257  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  The  soul  of  man — Jehovah's  breath — 

That  keeps  two  worlds  at  strife! 
Hell  moves  beneath  to  work  its  death; 
Heaven  stoops  to  give  it  life. 

3  God,  to  redeem  it,  did  not  spare 

His  well-beloved  Son; 
Jesus,  to  save  it,  deigned  to  bear 
The  sins  of  all  in  one. 

4  And  is  this  treasure  borne  below, 

In  earthen  vessels  frail? 
Can  none  its  utmost  value  know, 
Till  flesh  and  spirit  fail? 

5  Then  let  us  gather  round  the  cross, 

That  knowledge  to  obtain; 
Not  by  the  soul's  eternal  loss, 
But  everlasting  gain. 

257.  To  obtain  Mercy.  S.  M. 

'1  MY  gracious,  loving  Lord, 
To  thee  what  shall  I  say? 
Well  may  I  tremble  at  thy  word, 
And  scarce  presume  to  pray. 

2  Ten  thousand  wants  have  I! 

Alas,  I  all  things  want! 
But  thou  hast  bid  me  always  cry, 
And  never,  never  faint, 

3  Yet,  Lord,  well  might  I  fear, 

Fear  e'en  to  ask  thy  grace, 
So  oft  have  I,  alas,  drawn  near, 
And  mocked  thee  to  thy  face! 

4  With  all  pollution  stained, 

Thy  hallowed  courts  I  trod; 


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Thy  name  and  temple  I  profaned, 
And  dared  to  call  thee  God! 

5  Nigh  with  ray  lips  I  drew, 

My  lips  were  all  unclean! 
Thee  with  my  heart  I  never  knew, 
My  heart  was  full  of  sin. 

6  Far  from  the  living  Lord, 

Far,  far  from  God  and  heaven, 
Thy  purity  I  still  abhorred, 
Nor  looked  to  be  forgiven. 

258.  Let  the  wicked  forsake,  8fc.      C.  M. 

1  SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard; 

His  mercy  speaks  to-day; 
He  calls  you,  by  his  sov'reign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast, 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell — 

Why  will  you  persevere? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  wo. 

259.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  my  drowsy  soul,  give  ear, 
God  offers  friendship  still; 


260  PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

Yet  may'st  thou  in  his  favor  share, 
His  fatherly  good  wilt 

2  He  bids  thee  to  his  sceptre  bend, 

And  fling  thine  arras  away; 
Bids  thee  in  Christ  become  his  friend, 
And  hear  his  voice  to-day! 

3  Whence  is't,  my  soul,  that  thou  should'st 

Unwilling  to  be  blest?  [be 

Get  up — for  thy  salvation  flee — 
This  is  no  time  for  rest! 

4  Vengeance  hangs  o'er  my  guilty  head. 

The  flaming  sword  is  drawn; 
In  law  I  am  already  dead, 

And  doomed  to  woes  unknown. 

5  And  shall  I  trifle  on  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo? 
Still  loiter,  till  at  once  I  sink 
To  pains  and  fires  below? 

6  Now  hearken  to  the  call  divine, 

And  shun  this  hov'ring  fate; 
To-morrow  may  be  never  mine, 
Or  it  may  come  too  late. 

260.  Wonderful  Love.  L.  M. 

1  COME,  let  me  love— or  is  my  mind 

Hardened  to  stone,  or  froze  to  ice? 
I  see  the  blessed  Jesus  bend 

And  stoop  t'  embrace  me  from  the  skies. 

2  O!  'tis  a  thought  would  melt  a  rock, 

And  make  a  heart  of  iron  move, 
That  those  sweet  lips,  that  heavenly  look, 
Should  seek  and  wish  a  mortal  love! 


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3  I  was  a  traitor  doomed  to  fire, 

Bound  to  sustain  eternal  pains; 
He  flew  on  wings  of  strong  desire, 

Assumed  my  guilt  and  took  my  chains.' 

4  Infinite  grace!  almighty  charms! 

Stand  in  amaze,  ye  rolling  skies! 
Jesus,  the  God,  extends  his  arms, 
Hangs  on  a  cross  of  love,  and  dies! 

5  Did  Pity  ever  stoop  so  low, 

Dressed  in  divinity  and  blood? 
Was  ever  rebel  courted  so, 
In  groans  of  an  expiring  Lord? 

261.  HYMN.     C.  M.         miliams. 

1  WHILST  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar! 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill; 


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Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 
6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gath'ring  storm  shall  see; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

262.  HYMN.     S.  M. 

1  SINNER,  awake  to  think 

On  what  may  be  thy  doom! 
Awake  and  tremble,  ere  you  sink 
Below  the  silent  tomb. 

2  Sure  there  is  nought  on  earth, 

Has  half  the  Saviour's  charms; 
And  wilt  thou  then,  with  scornful  mirth, 
Repel  him  from  thy  arms? 

3  See  how  he  interposed 

Between  the  curse  and  thee! 
What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  composed, 
To  set  thy  spirit  freel 

4  How  bitter  was  his  pain, 

What  heart  can  e'er  conceive? 
And  wilt  thou  see  him  die  in  vain, 
And  not  his  mercy  crave? 

5  How  stupid  and  depraved 

Must  be  that  wretched  soul, 
That  still  refuses  to  be  saved, 
And  yield  to  his  control! 

6  Where  can  ye  hope  to  dwell, 

When  from  this  world  ye  go? 
Ye  choose  the  road  that  leads  to  hell. 


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263.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  JESUS,  if  still  the  same  thou  art, 

If  all  thy  promises  are  sure, 
Set  up  thy  kingdom  in  my  heart, 
And  make  mc  rich — fori  am  poor. 

2  Thou  hast  pronounced  the  mourner  blest; 

And  lo,  for  thee  I  ever  mourn! 
I  cannot,  no,  I  will  not  rest, 
Till  thou,  my  only  rest,  return. 

3  Where  is  the  blessedness  bestowed 

On  all  that  hunger  after  thee? 
I  hunger  now — I  thirst  for  God — 
See  the  poor  fainting  sinner,  see. 

4  Ah,  Lord,  if  thou  art  in  that  sigh, 

Then  hear  thyself  within  me  pray; 
Hear  in  my  heart  thy  Spirit's  cry, 
Mark  what  my  lab'ring  soul  would  say. 

5  Shine  on  thy  work,  disperse  the  gloom; 

Light  in  thy  light  I  then  shall  see: 
Say  to  my  soul,  "Thy  light  is  come; 
Glory  divine  is  risen  on  thee." 

6  Lord,  I  believe  thy  promise  sure, 

And  trust  thou  wilt  not  long  delay: 
Hungry,  and  sorrowful,  and  poor, 
Upon  thy  word  myself  I  stay. 

264.  HYMN.     CM.  Cowpcr, 

1  NOW  is  the  time,  tlf  accepted  hour — 
O  sinners,  come  away! 
The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door; 
Arise  without  delay, 


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2  0!  don't  refuse  to  give  him  room, 

Lest  mercy  should  withdraw! 
He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come 
To  execute  his  taw. 

3  Then  where,  poor  mortals,  will  you  be, 

If  destitute  of  grace, 
When  you  your  injured  Judge  shall  see, 
And  stand  before  his  face? 

4  O!  could  you  shun  that  dreadful  sight, 

How  would  you  wish  to  fly 
To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night, 
From  that  all-searching  eye! 

5  The  dead  awaked  must  all  appear, 

And  you  among  them  stand, 
Before  the  great  impartial  bar, 
Arraigned  at  Christ's  left  hand. 

6  Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  vain, 

But  lend  a  list'ning  ear, 
Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again, 
When  wrapt  in  keen  despair.    • 

265.         Son  equal  toith  the  Father.      L.  M. 

1  BRIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God, 

Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  seat; 
To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  worship  at  thine  awful  feet. 

2  A  thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  bright, 

Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity; 

But  who  amongst  the  sons  of  light 

Pretends  comparison  with  thee? 

3  Yet  there  is  one  of  human  frame, 

Jesus,  arrayed  in  flesh  and  blood, 


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Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 

4  Their  glory  shines  with  equal  beams; 

Their  essence  is  for  ever  one, 
Tho'  they  are  known  by  diff  'rent  names, 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 

5  Then  let  the  name  of  Christ  our  King 

With  equal  honors  be  adored; 
His  praise  let  every  angel  sing; 
And  all  the  nations  own  their  Lord. 

266.  HYMN.    S.  M. 

1  JESUS,  my  strength,  my  hope, 

On  thee  I  cast  my  care; 
With  humble  confidence  lookup, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer. 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do; 
On  thee,  Almighty  to  create, 

Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind, 
-   The  baits  of  pleasing  ill: 
A  soul  inured  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss; 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain 

The  consecrated  cross. 

3  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 
And  sees  the  tempter  fly: 
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267  TVBLW    WORSHIP. 

A  spirit  still  prepared, 

^kAnd  armed  with  jealous  care, 

For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 
4  I  want  a  true  regard, 

A  single,  steady  aim, 
Unmoved  by  threat'ning  or  reward, 

To  thee  and  thy  great  name: 
A  jealous,  just  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praise: 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 

And  glorify  thy  grace. 

267.  Imploring  Mercy.  CM, 

1  LORD,  at  thy  feet  in  dust  I  lie, 

And  knock  at  mercy's  door; 
With  humble  heart  and  weeping  eye, 
Thy  favor  I  implore. 

2  On  me,  O  Lord,  do  thou  display 

Thy  rich,  forgiving  love: 

O  take  my  heinous  guilt  away, 

This  heavy  load  remove! 

3  Without  thy  grace  I  sink,  opprest, 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell: 
O  give  ray  troubled  spirit  rest, 
And  all  my  fears  dispel! 

4  'Tis  mercy,  mercy,  I  implore; 

O  may  thy  bowels  move! 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  thou  thyself  art  love. 

5  Should  I  at  last  in  heaven  appear, 

To  join  thy  saints  above, 


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I'll  shout,  that  mercy  mW^ht  me  there, 
And  sing  thy  bleeding  love. 

268.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  O  SUN  of  Righteousness  divine, 
On  us  with  beams  of  mercy  shine! 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  our  darkness  into  day. 

2  While  mourning  o'er  our  guilt  and  shame, 
And  asking  mercy  in  thy  name, 

Dear  Saviour,  cleanse  us  with  thy  bloody 
And  be  our  advocate  with  God. 

3  Sustain,  when  sinking  in  distress, 
And  guide  us  through  this  wilderness; 
Teach  our  low  thoughts  from  earth  to  rise, 
And  lead  us  onward  to  the  skies. 

269.  HYMN.    S.  M. 

1  AND  will  the  Judge  descend? 

And  must  the  dead  arise, 

And  not  a  single  soul  escape 

His  all-discerning  eyes? 

2  And  from  his  righteous  lips 

Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound — 
(And  through  the  num'rous,  guilty  throng. 
Spread  black  despair  around) — 

3  "Depart  from  me,  accursed, 

To  everlasting  flame; 
For  rebel  angels  first  prepared, 
Where  mercy  never  came." 

4  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 


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When  earth  ancFheaven,  before  his  face,  . 
W  Astonished  shrink  away? 

270.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  DISPEL  thy  fears,  desponding  man, 

Nor  doubt  the  God  of  grace; 

Though  evils  threaten  all  around, 

Some  smiles  are  on  his  face. 

2  What  though  your  num'rous  sins  exceed 

The  stars  that  fill  the  skies, 
And,  aiming  at  th'  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rise? 

3  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

The  wide  creation  swell, 
And  have  its  dark  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell? 

4  See  here  an  endless  ocean  flows, 

Of  never-failing  grace; 
Behold,  a  dying  Saviour's  veins, 
The  sacred  flood  increase. 

5  It  rises  high,  and  drowns  the  hills, 

Has  neither  shore  nor  bound! 

Now,  if  we  search  to  find  our  sins, 

Our  sins  can  ne'er  be  found. 

6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 

That  buries  all  our  faults — 
And  pard'ning  blood,  that  swells  above 
Our  follies  and  our  thoughts! 

271.  HYMN.    L.  M.        Doddridge. 

1  SAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul, 


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Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control? 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 

And  waf%e>d  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice; 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  hardened,  self-destroying  man: 
Ye  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

6  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be! 
Oh,  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  awa}T, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee! 

272.      Christ's  peaceful  kingdom.      L.  M. 

1  GREAT  God!  whom  heaven,  and  earth, 

and  sea, 
With  all  their  countless  hosts,  obey — 
Upheld  by  Thee,  the  nations  stand, 
And  empires  fall  at  thy  command. 

2  Beneath  thy  long  expected  ire 
Let  every  Antichrist  expire — 

Thy  knowledge  spread  from  sea  to  sea. 
Till  everv  nation  bows  to  Thee. 


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3  Then  show  thyself  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Command  the  din  of  war  to  cease: 
With  sacred  love  the  world  inspire, 

I    And  burn  its  chariots  in  the  fire. 

r*  In  sunder  break  each  warlike  spear; 
Let  all,  the  Saviour's  ensigns  wear; 
The  Universal  Sabbath  prove, 
The  utmost  rest  of  Christian  Love. 

5  The  world  shall  then  no  discord  know, 
But  hand  in  hand  to  Canaan  go; 
Jesus,  the  peaceful  King,  adore, 
And  learn  the  art  of  war  no  more. 

273.  Triumph  of  Christ.  CM. 

1  HOSANNA  to  our  conq'ring  King! 

All  hail,  incarnate  Love! 
Ten  thousand  songs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above! 

2  Thy  vict'ries,  and  thy  deathless  fame, 

Through  the  wide  world  shall  run; 
And  everlasting  ages  sing 

The  triumphs  Thou  hast  won. 

274.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Watts; 

1  LET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice! 

Behold  the  promised  hour! 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes; 

Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 

And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 


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3  He  sits  a  Sov'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  blessings  in  his  hand; 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners  groan, 
And  sees  tbeir  sighs  ascend. 

4  He  frees  the  souls  condemned  to  death; 

And  when  his  saints  complain, 
It  shan't  be  said  that  '•praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain." 

5  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record. 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 

275.  HYMN.    L.  H. 

1  ALMIGHTY  Father!  bless  the  word 
Which,  through  thy  grace,  we  now  have 

heard: 
O  may  the  precious  seed  take  root, 
Spring  up,  and  bear  abundant  fruit! 

3  We  praise  thee  for  the  means  of  grace, 
Thus  in  thy  court  to  seek  thy  face: 
Grant,  Lord,  that  we  who  worship  here, 
May  all  at  length  in  heaven  appear. 

276.  HYMN.     S.  M.       Doddridge 

1  NOW  let  our  voices  join 

To  form  a  sacred  songr 
Ye  pilgrims  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With  music  pass  along. 

2  How  straight  the  path  appears, 

How  open  and  how  fair! 
No  lurking  gins  t'  entrap  our  feet, 
No  fierce  destroyer  there! 


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3  But  flowers  of  Paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring; 
The  Son  of  Glory  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

4  See  Salem's  golden  spires 

In  beauteous  prospect  rise; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

5  All  honor  to  his  Name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way! 
To  Him  who  leads  the  wand'rers  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

277.  HYMN.     CM.  Rippon. 

1  NOT  unto  us,  but  thee  alone, 

Bless'd  Lamb,  be  glory  given: 
Here  shall  thy  praises  be  begun, 
And  carried  on  in  heaven. 

2  The  hosts  of  spirits  now  with  thee, 

Eternal  anthems  sing: 
To  imitate  them  here,  To,  we 
Our  hallelujahs  bring. 

3  Had  we  our  tongues,  like  them,  inspired, 

Like  their's  our  songs  should  rise; 
Like  them  we  never  should  be  tired, 
But  love  the  sacrifice. 

4  Till  we  the  veil  of  flesh  lay  down, 

Accept  our  weaker  lays; 
And  when  we  reach  thy  Father's  throne, 
We'll  give  thee  nobler  praise. 


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278.  HYMN.     L.  M.      Doddridge. 

1  BESET  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand: 
Saviour  divine,  diffuse  thy  light 

To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

2  Engage  this  roving,  treach'rous  heart, 
To  fix  on  Christ,  the  better  part; 

To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 

For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise, 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies, 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  thou,  my  Jesus,  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die! 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  thee. 

279.  HYMN.    S.  M.  Watts. 

1  MY  God,  permit  my  tongue 

This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine! 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail, 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty,  fainting  soul, 

Tby  mercy  doth  implore: 

Not  travellers  in  desert  lands 

Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace: 


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4  For  life,  without  thy  love, 

No  relish  can  afford: 
No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this, 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 

And  praise  thee  while  I  live: 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feast, 
Such  food  or  pleasure  give. 

280.  A  Voyage.  L.  M. 

1  THE  Christian  navigates  a  sea 

Where  various  forms  of  death  appear: 
Nor  skill,  alas!  nor  power  has  he, 
Aright  his  dang'rous  course  to  steer. 

2  Sometimes  there  lies  a  treach'rous  rock 

Beneath  the  surface  of  the  wave! 
He  strikes,  but  yet  survives  the  shock, 
For  Jesus  is  at  hand  to  save. 

3  But  hark,  the  midnight  tempest  roars! 

#He  seems  forsaken  and  alone; 
But  Jesus,  whom  he  then  implores, 
Unseen  preserves  and  leads  him  on. 

4  His  dpslined  land  he  sometimes  sees, 

And  thinks  his  toils  will  soon  be  o'er; 
Expects  some  favorable  breeze 

Will  waft  him  quickly  to  the  shore; 

5  But  sudden  clouds  obstruct  his  view, 

And  he  enjoys  the  sight  no  more; 
Nor  does  he  now  believe  it  true, 
That  he  had  even  seen  the  shore. 

6  Though  fear  his  heart  should  overwhelm, 

He'll  reach  the  port  for  which  he's  bound; 


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For  Jesus  holds  and  guides  the  helm, 
And  safety  is  where  he  is  found. 

281.  Gospel  Invitation.  S.  M. 

1  LET  every  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice; 
The  trumpet  of  the  Gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice: 

2  Ho!  all  ye  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive,  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind — 

3  Here  Wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho!  ye  that  pant  for  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die, 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  The  gates  of  Gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day! 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

282.  Inexhaustible  Grace.  C.  M. 
1  JEHOVAH'S  Grace,  how  full,  how  freef 

His  language  how  divine! 


283  tublic  worship. 

"My  Son,  thou  ever  art  with  me, 
And  all  I  have  is  thine. 

2  "My  saints  shall  each  a  portion  share, 

That's  worthy  of  a  God; 
They  are  my  chief,  ray  constant  care, 
The  purchase  of  my  blood. 

3  "Both  grace  and  glory  I  will  give, 

And  nothing  good  deny; 
With  me  my  saints  shall  ever  live, 
And  reign  with  me  on  high. 

4  "And  should  a  hundred  thousand  more. 

Accept  the  proffered  grace, 
I  have  a  heaven  prepared — for  all — 
Nor  shall  you  have  the  less." 

5  Then,  dearest  Lord,  let  millions  come 

And  feast  on  pard'ning  grace; 

Bring  prodigals,  bring  exiles  home, 

And  wre  will  shout  thy  praise. 

283.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  OUR  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  still; 
Forget  the  troubles  of  the  ways, 
That  reach  to  Zion's  hill. 

2  See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates, 

Inviting  us  to  come; 
There  Jesus,  the  forerunner,  waits 
To  welcome  travellers  home. 

3  There,  on  a  green  and  flowery  mount, 

Our  weary  souls  shall  sit, 
And  with  transporting  joys  recount 
The  labors  of  our  feet. 


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4  No  vain  discourse  shall  fill  our  tongue, 

Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear; 
Infinite  grace  shall  fill  our  song, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear. 

5  Eternal  glories  to  the  King 

That  brought  us  safely  through! 
Our  tongues  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 
And  endless  praise  renew. 

284.  Anxious.  C.  M. 

1  THERE  is  a  voice  of  sovereign  Grace 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word: 
"Ho!  ye  despairing  sinners,  come 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

2  My  soul  obeys  th'  Almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief: 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord — 
O  help  my  unbelief! 

3  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly: 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

4  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King, 

My  reigning  sins  subdue; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  seat, 
With  his  apostate  crew, 
o  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 
On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all. 


285-286     public  woeship. 

285.  Prospects  of  Faith.  L.  M. 

1  THERE  is  a  glorious  world  on  high, 

Resplendent  with  eternal  day: 
Faith  views  the  blissful  prospect  nigh, 
While  God's  own  word  reveals  the  way. 

2  There  shall  the  favorites  of  the  Lord 

With  never-fading  lustre  shine! 
Surprising  honor!  vast  reward! 
Conferred  on  man  by  Love  divine. 

3  How  blest  are  those,  how  truly  wise, 

Who  learn  and  keep  the  sacred  road! 
Happy  the  men,  whom  heaven  employs 
To  turn  rebellious  hearts  to  God; 

4  To  win  them  from  the  fatal  way, 

Where  erring  folly  thoughtless  roves; 
And  that  blest  righteousness  display, 
Which  Jesus  taught,  and  God  approves. 

5  The  shining  firmament  shall  fade, 

And  sparkling  stars  resign  their  light; 
But  these  shall  know  no  change,  nor  shade. 
For  ever  fair,  for  ever  bright. 

6  On  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire, 

O  may  our  spirits  daily  rise! 
And  reach  at  last  the  shining  choir, 
In  the  bright  mansions  of  the  skies! 

286.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  HAPPY  the  man  whose  wishes  climb 
To  mansions  in  the  skies! 
He  looks  on  all  the  joys  of  time 
With  undesiring  eyes. 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  287 

2  In  vain  soft  pleasure  spreads  her  charms, 

And  throws  her  silken  chain; 
And  wealth  and  fame  invite  his  arms, 
And  tempt  his  ear,  in  vain. 

3  He  knows  that  all  these  glitt'ring  things 

Must  yield  to  sure  decay, 
And  sees,  on  Time's  extended  wings, 
How  swift  they  flee  away. 

4  To  things  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

A  beam  of  sacred  light 
Directs  his  view; — his  prospects  rise, 
All  permanent  and  bright. 

5  His  hopes  are  fixed  on  joys  to  come! 

Those  blissful  scenes  on  high! 
Shall  flourish  in  immortal  bloom, 
When  time  and  nature  die. 

287-  Christ's  Intercession.  S.  M. 

1  WELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone 

T'  appear  before  our  God, 
To  sprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down! 
If  Justice  calls  for  sinners'  blood, 
The  Saviour  shows  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  suit  he  moves! 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 
And  looks,  and  smiles,  and  loves. 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  Maker's  honor  sing; 


288-289     public  worship. 

Jesus,  the  Priest,  receives  our  songs, 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

288.  Converted  Thief.    C.  M.     Stennett. 

1  AS  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died, 
He  poured  salvation  on  a  wretch 
That  languished  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes,  with  inward  grief  and  shame, 

The  penitent  confessed; 
Then  turned  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  prayer  addressed: 

3  "Jesus,  thou  Son  and  heir  of  heaven, 

Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God, 
I  see  thee  bathed  in  sweat  and  tears, 
And  welt'ring  in  thy  blood! 

4  "Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  wo, 

In  triumph  shalt  thou  rise, 
Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death, 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  "Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 

Dear  Saviour,  think  on  me; 
And  in  the  vict'ries  of  thy  death 
Let  me  a  sharer  be." 
f>  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 
And  instantly  replies — 
"To-day,  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
With  me  in  Paradise!" 

289.  Happy  in  God's  salvation.      L.  M. 

1  INDULGENT  God,  to  thee  I  raise 
My  spirit,  fraught  with  joy  and  praise; 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.  290 

Grateful  I  bow  before  thy  throne. 
My  debt  of  mercy  there  to  own. 

2  Rivers  descending.  Lord,  from  thee, 
Perpetual  glide,  to  solace  me: 
Their  varied  virtues  to  rehearse, 
Demands  an  everlasting  verse. 

3  And  yet  there  is,  beyond  the  rest, 
One  stream — the  widest  and  the  best — 
Salvativn!     Lo,  the  purple  flood 
Rolls  rich  with  my  Redeemer's  blood. 

4  I  taste — 'delight  succeeds  to  wo! 

I  bathe — no  waters  cleanse  me  so! 
Such  joy  and  purity  to  share, 
I  would  remain  enraptured  there, 

5  Till  death  shall  give  this  soul  to  know 
The  fulness  sought  in  vain  below — 
The  fulness  of  that  boundless  sea 
Whence  flowed  the  river  down  to  me. 

6  My  soul,  with  such  a  scene  in  view, 
Bids  mortal  joys  a  glad  adieu; 

Nor  dreads  a  few  chastising  woes, 
Sent  with  such  love,  so  soon  to  close. 

290.  In  Darkness.  C.  M. 

1  "REJOICE  in  God,"  the  word  commands; 

And  fain  would  I  obey; 
Yet  still  my  spirit  ling'ring  stands, 
While  doubts  impede  my  way. 

2  How  can  my  soul  exult  for  joy, 

Which  feels  this  load  of  sin? 
And  how  can  praise  my  tongue  employ, 
While  darkness  reigns  within? 
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291  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  If  falling  tears  and  rising  sighs, 

In  triumph  share  a  part, 
Then,  Lord,  behold  these  streaming  eyes, 
And  search  this  bleeding  heart. 

4  My  soul  forgets  to  use  her  wings; 

My  harp  neglected  lies; 
For  sin  has  broken  all  its  strings; 
And  guilt  shuts  out  my  joys. 

5  The  power,  the  sweetness  of  thy  voice, 

Alone  my  heart  can  move; 
Make  me  in  Christ  my  Lord  rejoice, 
And  melt  my  soul  to  love. 

291.  HYMN.     CM.  Newton 

1  ANXIOUS,  I  strove  to  find  the  way 

Which  to  salvation  led; 
I  listened  long — I  tried  to  pray — 
And  heard  what  many  said. 

2  When  some,  of  joys  and  comforts  told, 

I  feared  that  I  was  wrong; 
For  I  was  slupid,  dead,  and  cold, 
Had  neither  joys  nor  song. 

3  The  Lord  my  lab'ring  heart  relieved, 

And  made  my  burden  light; 
Then  for  a  moment  I  believed, 
And  thought  that  all  was  right. 

4  Of  fierce  temptations  others  talked, 

Of  anguish  and  dismay; 
Through  what  distresses  they  had  walked 
Before  they  found  the  way. 

5  Ah,  then  I  thought  my  hopes  were  vain; 

For  I  had  lived  at  ease! 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  292 

I  wished  for  all  my  fears  again, 
TfjFmake  me  more  like  these. 

6  I  had  my  wish — the  Lord  disclosed 

The  evils  of  my  heart, 
And  left  my  naked  soul  exposed 
To  Satan's  fiery  dart. 

7  Again  my  Saviour  brought  me  aid; 

And  when  he  set  me*free, 
"Trust  simply  on  my  word,"  he  said, 
"And  leave  the  rest  to  me." 

292.  Thirst  for  God.  L.  M. 

IAS  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  springs, 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  King  of  kings, 
Thy  face  in  near  approach  to  see! 
So  thirsts,  great  Source  of  life,  for  Thee. 

2  With  ardent  zeal,  with  strong  desires, 
To  Thee,  to  Thee  my  soul  aspires:_ 
When  shall  I  reach  thy  blest  abode? 
When  meet  the  presence  of  my  God? 
God  of  my  strength,  attend  my  cry; 
Say  why,  my  great  Preserver,  why 
Excluded  from  thy  sight  I  go, 
And  bend  beneath  a  weight  of  wo? 
Why  thus,  my  soul,  with  care  opprest? 
And  whence  the  woes  that  fill  my  breast? 
In  all  thy  cares,  in  all  thy  woes, 
On  God  thy  steadfast  hope  repose. 

5  To  Him  my  thanks  shall  still  be  paid, 
My  sure  defence,  my  constant  aid: 
His  name  my  zeal  shall  ever  raise, 
And  dictate  to  my  lips  his  praise. 


293-294     public  worship, 

293.  Brotherly  Love.  S.  M. 

1  LO,  what  a  pleasing  sight 

Are  brethren  that  agree! 
How  blest  are  all,  whose  hearts  unite 
In  bonds  of  piety! 

2  From  those  celestial  springs, 

Such  streams  of  comfort  flow, 
As  no  increase  of  riches  brings, 
Nor  honors  can  bestow. 

3  All  in  their  stations  move, 

And  each  performs  his  part, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love, 
With  sympathizing  heart. 

4  Formed  for  the  purest  joy?, 

By  one  desire  possest, 
One  aim  the  zeal  of  all  employs, 
To  make  each  other  blest. 

5  No  bliss  can  equal  theirs, 

Where  such  affections  meet; 
While  praise  devout,  and  mingled  prayer? 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

6  Tis  the  same  pleasure  fills 

The  breast  in  worlds  above, 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

294.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  AMAZING  sight!  the  Saviour  stands 
And  knocks  at  every  door! 
Ten  thousand  blessings  in  his  hands. 
To  satisfy  the  poor!. 


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2  "Behold,"  he  saith,  "I  bleed  and  die, 

To  bring  you  lo  my  rest: 
Hear,  sinners,  while  I'm  passing  by, 
And  be  for  ever  blest. 

3  "Will  you  despise  my  bleeding  love, 

And  choose  the  way  to  hell? 
Or,  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
With  me  for  ever  dwell? 

4  "Not  to  condemn  your  wretched  race, 

Have  I  in  judgment  come; 
But  to  display  unbounded  grace, 
And  bring  lost  sinners  home. 

5  "Will  you  go  down  to  endless  night, 

And  bear  eternal  pain? 
Or,  in  the  glorious  realms  of  light, 
With  me  for  ever  reign? 

6  "Say,  will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice, 

And  have  your  sins  forgiven? 
Or,  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice, 
And  bar  yourselves  from  heaven?" 

295.    "Behold,  I  stand  at  the  door."     L.  M, 

1  BEHOLD,  a  stranger  at  the  door; 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before, 
Hath  waited  long,  is  waiting  still — 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  O  lovely  attitude!  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands! 
O  matchless  kindness!  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes! 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed? 
He  will — the  very  friend  you  need— 


296-297     public  worship. 

The  friend  of  sinners!     Yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary! 

4  Rise — touched  with  gratitude  divine — 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

.5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn, 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return! 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand! 

296.  HYMN.     C.  M.        Barbauld. 

1  OUR  country  is  Immanuel's  ground; 

We  seek  that  promised  soil! 
The  songs  of  Zion  cheer  our  hearts, 
While  strangers  here  we  toil. 

2  Oft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'erflow, 

And  oft  are  bathed  in  tears; 
Yet  nought  hut  heaven  our  hopes  can  raise, 
And  nought  but  sin  our  fears. 

3  Our  powers  are  oft  dissolved  away 

In  ecstasies  of  love; 
And  while  our  bodies  wander  here, 

Our  souls  are  fixed  above. 
A  We  drive  our  mortal  dross  away, 

Refining  as  we  run; 
But  while  we  die  to  earth  and  sense, 

Our  heaven  is  here^pjgun. 

297.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Kelly, 
X  "WE'VE  no  abiding  city  here:" 

This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind, 


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But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 

Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 
"We've  no  abiding  city  here:" 

Sad  truth,  were  this  to  be  our  horn*: 
But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 

''We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come!" 
"We've  no  abiding  city  here:" 

Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do; 
Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear. 

But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 
"We've  no  abiding  city  here;" 

We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight; 
Ziori  its  name;  the  Lord  is  there; 

It  shines  wkh  everlasting  light. 


,ith 


293.  Time  is  short.  C.  M. 

1  THE  time  is  short!  the  season  near! 

When  death  will  us  remove, 
To  leave  our  friends,  however  dear, 
And  all  we  fondly  love. 

2  The  time  is  short!     Sinners,  beware, 

Nor  trifle  time  away; 
The  word  of  great  salvation  hear, 
While  it  is  called  to-day. 

3  The  time  is  short!     Ye  rebels,  now 

To  Christ  the  Lord  submit; 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow, 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

4  The  time  is  short!    Ye  saints,  rejoice; 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come; 
Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 


299-300       PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

5  The  time  is  short!  it  swiftly  flies! 

The  hour  is  just  at  hand 
When  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies, 
And  reach  the  wished-lor  land. 

6  The  time  is  short!  the  moment  near! 

When  we  shall  dwell  above! 
And  be  for  ever  happy  there, 
With  Jesus,  whom  we  love! 

299.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  I  HEAR  a  voice  that  comes  from  far; 

From  Calvary  it  sounds  abroad; 
It  sooths  my  soul  and  calms  my  fear; 
It  speaks  of  pardon  bought  with  blood. 

2  And  is  it  true  that  many  fly 

The  sound  that  bids  my  soul  rejoice, 
And  rather  choose  in  sin  to  die, 
Than  turn  an  ear  to  mercy's  voice? 

3  Alas,  for  those!  the  day  is  near 

When  mercy  will  be  heard  no  more! 
Then  will  they  ask  in  vain  to  hear 

The  voice  they  would  not  hear  before. 

4  With  such,  I  own,  I  once  appeared; 

But  now  I  know  how  great  their  loss; 
For  sweeter  sounds  were  never  heard, 
Than  mercy  utters  from  the  cross. 

300.  Joy  of  Conversion.  C.  M. 

1  WHEN  Ciod  revealed  his  gracious  name, 
And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 


301 


2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  "Great  is  the  work!"  my  neighbors  cried, 

And  owned  thy  power  divine: 
"Great  is  the  work!"  my  heart  replied, 
"And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

301.  HYMN.     L.  M. 

1  I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Who  lives,  by  angels  now  adored: 
That  Jesus,  who  once  died  for  me, 
Who  bore  my  sins  in  agony! 

2  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  his  laws, 
Nor  to  defend  his  noble  cause: 

The  way  he's  gone  is  marked  with  blood! 
O  may  I  tread  the  steps  he  trod! 

3  I'm  not  ashamed  his  name  to  bear 
With  those  who  his  disciples  are: 
Christian — sweet  name — its  worth  I  view; 
O  may  I  wear  its  nature  too! 

4  I'm  not  ashamed  to  bear  my  cross, 
For  which  I  count  all  things  as  dross: 


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PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 


Whate'er  I'm  bid  to  do  or  say, 

If  Christ  command,  I  will  obey. 
.5  I'm  not  ashamed  to  be  despised 

By  those  who  ne'er  religion  prized; 

Nor  will  I  prove  to  Christ  untrue, 

For  all  that  man  can  say  or  do. 
6  This  world's  vain  honors  I  will  shun; 

The  narrow  way  to  life  I'll  run; 

That  this  at  last  my  boast  may  be, 

My  Saviour's  not  ashamed  of  rae! 

302.  Christ's  Humiliation.  L.  M. 

1  WHAT  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 

To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name? 

2  Worthy  is  He  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  Peace  that  groaned  and 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign    [died; 
At  his  Almighty  Father's  side. 

3  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 

Yet  he  sustained  amazing  loss! 
To  him  ascribe  eternal  might, 

Who  left  his  weakness  on  the  cross. 

4  Honor  immortal  must  be  paid, 

Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn; 
While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

5  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men' 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say,  Amen. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.       303-304 

303.  The  Scoffer.  C.  M. 

1  ALL  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death, 

And  say  there  is  no  hell, 
The  gasp  of  your  expiring  breath 
Will  send  you  there  to  dwell. 

2  When  iron  slumbers  bind  your  flesh, 

With  strange  sunrise  you'll  find 
Immortal  vigor  springs  afresh, 
And  tortures  wake  the  mind! 

3  Then  you'll  confess,  the  frightful  names 

Of  plagues,  you  scorn'd  before, 
No  more  shall  look  like  idle  dreams, 
Like  foolish  tales  no  more. 

4  Then  shall  ye  curse  that  fatal  day. 

With  flames  upon  your  tongues, 
When  you  exchanged  your  souls  away 
For  vanity  and  songs. 

304.  Social  Dedication.  L.  M.   Montgomery. 

1  JESUS,  our  best  beloved  Friend, 

On  thy  redeeming  name  we  call! 
Jesus,  in  love  to  us  descend, 
Pardon  and  sanctify  us  all! 

2  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign, 

To  fear  and  follow  thy  commands: 
O  take  our  hearts!  our  hearts  are  thine! 
Accept  the  service  of  our  hands. 

3  Firm,  faithful,  watching  unto  prayer, 

Our  Master's  voice  will  we  obey; 

Toil  in  thy  vineyard  here,  and  bear 

The  heat  and  burden  of  our  day. 


305-306        PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Yet,  Lord,  for  us  a  resting-place 

In  heaven,  at  thy  right  hand,  prepare! 
And  till  we  see  thee  face  to  face, 
Be  all  our  conversation  there. 

305.  Love,  the  chief  of  graces.        L.  M. 

1  HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
Arid  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell — 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store, 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor — 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name— 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain! 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

306.  The  inhabitant  of  Zion.         CM, 

1  WHAT  man  shall  be  a  welcome  guest 

Within  thy  courts,  O  God? 
Who  on  the  hill,  by  thee  possest, 
Shall  fix  his  blest  abode? 

2  'Tis  he  whose  acts  are  fair  and  just, 

As  well  as  his  pretence; 
Whose  words  one  may  securely  trust, 
They  speak  his  real  sense. 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  307 

3  Who  never,  with  mischievous  spite, 

Will  wound  his  neighbor's  fame; 
Nor  with  reproaches  take  delight 
To  blot  another's  name. 

4  Who  honors  all  who  fear  the  Lord, 

But  treats  the  vile  with  scorn; 
To  his  own  damage  keeps  his  word, 
Nor  once  will  be  forsworn. 

5  Whoever  thus  shall  persevere, 

God's  favor  will  insure; 
May  welcome  to  his  house  repair, 
And  there  remain  secure. 

307.  Parting.  C  M. 

1  THROUGH  Christ,  when  we   together 

In  singleness  of  heart,  [came 

We  met,  O  Jesus,  in  thy  name! 
And  in  thy  name  we  part! 

2  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind; 

Our  minds  continue  one; 
And  each  to  each  in  Jesus  joined, 
We  happily  go  on. 

3  Present  in  spirit  still  we  are, 

And  intimately  nigh; 
While,  on  the  wings  of  faith  and  prayer, 
We  "Abba,  Father!''  cry. 

4  O  may  thy  Spirit,  dearest  Lord, 

In  all  our  travels  still 
Direct,  and  be  our  constant  Guard, 
To  Zion's  holy  hill. 
o  O  what  a  joyful  meeting  there, 
Beyond  these  changing  shades! 


308-309       PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

White  are  the  robes  we  then  shall  wear, 

And  crowns  upon  our  heads. 
6  Haste,  Lord,  and  bring  us  to  the  day 

When  we  shall  dwell  at  home! 
Come,  O  Redeemer,  come  away! 

O  Jesus,  quickly  come! 

308.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Robertson, 

1  SURE  this  is  heaven  to  me, 

And  all  thy  saints  that's  here; 
Th'en  let  my  song  ascend  the  throne, 
For  my  dear  Lord  is  there. 

2  Rejoice,  my  soul,  in  God, 

And  tell  what  he  hath  done, 
Nor  in  dead  silence  lie: 
Thy  sins  are  ever  gone. 

3  A  flood  of  light  divine 

Is  shed  upon  me  now: 
At  thy  command,  Almighty  God, 
May  every  creature  bow. 

309.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  FAREWELL,  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu; 

Your  glories  I  despise; 
Your  friendship  I  no  more  pursue; 
Your  flatteries  are  but  lies. 

2  You  promise  happiness  in  vain, 

Nor  can  you  satisfy; 
Your  highest  pleasures  turn  to  pain, 
And  all  your  treasures  die. 
3"  Had  I  the  Indies,  East  and  West, 
And  riches  of  the  sea, 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.        310-311 

Without  my  God,  I  could  not  rest, 
For  he  is  all  to  me. 

4  Then  let  my  soul  rise  far  above; 

By  faith  I'll  take  my  wing 
To  the  eternal  realms  of  love, 
Where  saints  and  angels  sing. 

5  There's  love  and  joy  that  will  not  waste; 

There's  treasures  that  endure; 
There's  pleasures  that  will  always  last, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

310.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Watts, 

1  I  CANNOT  bear  thine  absence,  Lord; 

My  life  expires  if  thou  depart: 
Be  thou,  my  heart,  still  near  my  God; 
And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart. 

2  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  sin, 

Nor  can  I  live  on  things  so  vile; 
Yet  I  will  stay  my  Father's  time, 

And  hope  and  wait  for  heaven  awhile. 

3  Then,  dearest  Lord,  in  thine  embrace 

Let  me  resign  my  fleeting  breath; 
And  with  a  smile  upon  my  face, 
Pass  the  important  hour  of  death. 

311.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Wesley, 
1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify, 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky! 
To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil: 


O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 

Tu  do  my  Master's  will! 
2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live; 
And  O!  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 

A  strict  account  to  give! 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
That  I  with  thee  may  ever  stay, 

And  in  my  Saviour  die. 

312.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Wesley. 

1  BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 

Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree! 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans!  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend! 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend! 

3  *Tis  done — the  precious  ransom's  paid! 

"Receive  my  soul!"  he  cries: 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head, 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies. 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  claim, 

And  in  full  glory  shine! 

0  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine! 

313.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Wesley. 
1  OF  Him  who  did  salvation  bring, 

1  could  for  ever  think  and  sing! 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  314 

Arise,  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve; 
Arise,  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive. 
'2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo,  'tis  given; 
Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven! 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  thy  balm,  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  shame  our  sins  he  blushed  in  blood; 
He  closed  his  eyes  to  show  us  God: 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show, 

4  'Ti3  thee  I  love;  for  thee  alone 

I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan? 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

5  Insatiate,  to  this  spring  I  fly; 
I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry! 

Ah,  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah,  who  that  loves  can  love  enough? 

314.  HYMN.    S.  M. 

1  FATHER,  in  whom  we  live, 

In  whom  we  are,  and  move, 
Glory,  honor,  and  praise  receive, 
For  thy  unchanging  love. 

2  Let  all  the  angel  throng 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high; 
While  earth  repeats  the  joyful  song, 
And  echoes  through  the  sky. 

3  Incarnate  Deity, 

Let  all  the  ransomed  race 
Render  in  thanks  their  lives  to  thee, 
For  thy  redeeming  grace' 
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315  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  Thy  grace  to  sinners  shown, 

The  heavenly  choirs  proclaim, 
And  cry,  "Salvation  to  our  God, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb!" 

315.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  O  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  great  Redeemer's  praise! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  thy  Name. 

3  Jesus!  the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease! 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancelled  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free; 
His  hlood  can  make  the  foulest  clean; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  He  speaks,  and  listening  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dend  receive; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  him,  ye  deaf — his  praise,  ye  dumb, 

Your  loosened  tongues  employ! 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come; 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy! 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.       316-317 

316.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Walts. 

1  WHEN  I  survey  the  wond'rous  cross 

On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ  my  God: 
All  the  vain  things  thai  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet? 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree! 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small: 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

317.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Watts, 

1  PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and — (0  amazing  love!) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 


318  TUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  spoiled  the  powers  of  darkness  thus, 

And  broke  our  iron  chains: 
Jesus  hath  freed  our  captive  souls 
From  everlasting  pains. 

5  O!  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break; 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

6  Angels!  assist  our  mighty  joys. 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold: 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

318.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Watts. 

1  SHALL  we  go  on  to  sin, 

Because  thy  grace  abounds? 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God, 

Nor  let  it  e'er  be  said, 
That  we,  whose  sins  are  crucified, 
Should  raise  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Since  Christ  has  made  us  free, 
Has  nailed  our  tyrants  to  his  cross, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.      319-320 

319.  HYMN.     CM.  Cennick. 

1  THOU  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb, 

We  love  to  hear  of  thee; 
No  music's  like  thy  charming  name, 
Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be. 

2  O  let  us  ever  hear  thy  voice, 

In  mercy;  to  us  speak! 
And  in  our  Priest  we  will  rejoice, 
Thou  great  Melchisedec. 

3  Our  Jesus  shall  be  still  our  theme, 

While  in  this  world  we  stay: 
We'll  sing  our  Jesus'  lovely  name, 
When  all  things  else  decay. 

4  When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 

With  all  thy  favored  throng, 
Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, 
And  Christ  shall  be  our  song. 

320.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts, 

1  SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  Gospel  we  profess; 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God; 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride; 
While  justice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 


321  PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 

While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord — 
And  Faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

321.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts. 

1  STRAIGHT  is  the  way,  the  door  is 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high;     [straight, 
'Tis  but  a  few  who  find  the  gate, 
While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 

2  Beloved  self  must  be  denied, 

The  mind  and  will  renewed; 
Passions  suppressed,  and  patience  tried, 
And  vain  desires  subdued. 

3  [Flesh  is  a  dangerous  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules: 
Flesh  must  be  humbled,  pride  abased, 
Lest  they  destroy  our  souls. 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  banished  hence, 

(That  vile  idolatry,) 
And  every  member,  every  sense, 
In  sweet  subjection  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  most  unruly  power, 

Requires  a  strong  restraint: 
We  must  be  watchful  every  hour, 
And  pray,  but  never  faint.] 

6  Lord,  can  a  feeble,  helpless  worm, 


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Thy  grace  must  all  my  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward. 


public  worship.     322-323 

322.  HYMN.    CM.       Doddridge. 

1  SAVIOUR  Divine!  we  know  thy  name, 

And  in  that  name  we  trust! 
Thou  art  the  Lord  our  righteousness; 
Thou  art  thine  Israel's  boast. 

2  Guilty,  we  plead  before  thy  throne; 

And  low  in  dust  we  lie. 
Till  Jesus  stretch  his  gracious  arm 
To  bring  the  guilty  nigh. 

3  Of  thousand  sins,  one  out  of  ten 

Might  plunge  us  in  despair; 
Yet  all  the  crimes  of  num'rous  years 
Shall  our  great  Surety  clear! 

4  That  spotless  robe  which  He  hath  wrought, 

Shall  deck  us  all  around; 
Nor  by  the  piercing  eye  of  God 
One  blemish  shall  be  found! 

5  Pardon,  and  peace,  and  lively  hope, 

To  sinners  now  are  given! 
Israel  and  Judah  soon  shall  change 
Their  wilderness  for  heaven! 

323.  HYMN      L.  M.   Higinbotham. 

1  BLESS'D  Jesus!  when  thy  cross  1  view. 

That  mystery  to  th'  angelic  host, 
I  gaze  with  grief  and  rapture  too. 
And  all  my  soul's  in  wonder  lost! 

2  What  strange  compassion  filled  thy  breast, 

That  brought  thee  from  thy  throne  on 
To  woes  that  cannot  be  exprest!        [high, 
To  be  despised,  to  groan,  and  die' 


324  PUBLIC    WOKSHIP. 

3  Was  it  for  man,  rebellious  man, 

Sunk  by  his  crimes  below  the  grave, 
Who,  justly  doomed  to  endless  pain, 
Found  none  to  pity  or  to  save? 

4  For  man  didst  thou  forsake  the  sky, 

To  bleed  upon  th'  accursed  tree! 
And  didst  thou  taste  of  death,  to  buy 
Immortal  life  and  bliss  for  me! 

5  Had  I  a  voice  to  praise  thy  name, 

Loud  as  the  trump  that  wakes  the  dead- 
Had  I  the  raptured  seraph's  flame, 
My  debt  of  love  could  ne'er  be  paid! 

324.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Netctmt. 

1  LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 

It  has  no  charms  for  me; 

Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 

But  Grace  has  set  me  free! 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford: 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these. 
Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord! 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day, 

The  stars  are  all  concealed, 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  revealed! 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart: 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice, 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone. 

And  wholly  live  to  thee: 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  325 

But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 

A  worthless  worm  like  me? 
6  Yes — though  of  sinners  I'm  the  worst — 

I  cannot  doubt  thy  will; 
For  if  thou  hadst  not  loved  me  first, 

I  had  refused  thee  still. 

325.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  RISE,  rise,  my  soul,  and  leave  the  grounds 

Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 
And  rouse  up  every  tuneful  sound, 
To  praise  th'  eternal  God. 

2  Long  ere  the  lofty  skies  were  spread, 

Jehovah  filled  "his  throne; 
Or  Adam  formed,  or  angels  made, 
The  Maker  lived  alone. 

3  His  boundless  years  can  ne'er  decrease, 

But  still  maintain  their  prime; 
Eternity's  his  dwelling-place, 
And  ever  is  his  time. 

4  While,  like  a  tide,  our  minutes  flow, 

The  present  and  the  past, 

He  fills  his  own  immortal  Now, 

And  sees  our  ages  waste. 

5  The  sea  and  sky  must  perish  too, 

And  vast  destruction  come! 
The  creatures — look  how  old  they  grow, 
And  wait  their  fiery  doom! 

6  Well,  let  the  sea  shrink  all  away, 

And  flame  melt  down  the  skies; 
My  God  shall  live  an  endless  day, 
When  all  creation  dies. 


326-327     public  worship. 

326.  HYMN.     S.  M.  WdUs. 

1  MAKER  and  sovereign  Lord 

Of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  answers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things  so  long  foretold 

By  David  are  fulfilled, 
When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  slay 
Jesus,  thine  holy  child. 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jews,  with  one  accord, 
Bend  all  their  counsels  to  destroy 
Th'  anointed  of  the  Lord? 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 

To  form  a  vain  design; 
Against  the  Lord  their  powers  unite, 
Against  his  Christ  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 

And  will  support  his  throne; 
He  that  hath  raised  him  from  the  dead, 
Hdth  owned  him  for  his  Son. 

327.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  MY  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so? 

Awake,  my  sluggish  soul! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

2  The  little  ants,  for  one  poor  grain, 

Labor,  and  tug,  and  strive; 
Yet  we  who  have  a  heaven  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live! 


ruBLic  worship.  328 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move; 
We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above; 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labored  for  our  good; 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood! 

5  Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heavenly  hill, 

And  sit  and  warm  our  hearts. 
G  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move, 

Upward  our  souls  shall  rise; 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wTings  of  love, 

We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

328.  Hardness  of  heart.  C.  M« 

1  MY  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is! 

How  heavy  here  it  lies! 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breast, 
Just  like  a  rock  of  ice! 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  sits 

Upon  this  flinty  throne; 
And  every  grace  lies  buried  deep 
Beneath  this  heart  of  stone! 

3  When  smiling  Mercy  courts  my  soul 

With  all  its  heavenly  charms, 

This  stubborn,  this  relentless  thing, 

Would  thrust  it  from  my  arms. 

4  Against  the  thunders  of  thy  word, 

Rebellious  I  have  stood; 


329-330     public  worship. 

My  heart,  it  shakes  not  at  the  wrath 

And  terrors  of  a  God! 
5  Dear  Saviour,  steep  this  heart  of  mine 

In  thine  own  crimson  sea; 
None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 

Can  melt  the  flint  away! 

329.  Hatred  of  Sin.  L.  M. 

1  HOLY  Lord  God,  I  love  thy  truth, 

Nor  dare  thy  least  commandment  slight; 
Yet  pierced  by  sin,  the  serpent's  tooth, 
I  mourn  the  anguish  of  the  bite. 

2  But  though  the  poison  lurks  within, 

Hope  bids  me  still  with  patience  wait, 
Till  death  shall  set  me  free  from  sin, 
Free  from  the  only  thing  I  hate. 

3  Had  I  a  throne  above  the  rest, 

Where  angels  and  archangels  dwell, 
One  sin  unslain  within  my  breast, 

Would  make  that  heaven  as  dark  as  hell. 

4  The  pris'ner,  sent  to  breathe  fresh  air, 

And  bless'd  with  liberty  again, 
Would  mourn,  were  he  cpndemn'd  to  wear 
One  link  of  all  his  former  chain. 

5  But  oh,  no  foe  invades  the  bliss, 

When  glory  crowns  the  Christian's  head* 
One  view  of  Jesus  as  he  is, 

Will  strike  all  sin  for  ever  dead! 

330.  The  Leper  healed.  CM. 

1  WHEN  the  poor  leper's  case  I  read. 
My  own  described  I  feel: 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.  331 

Sin  is  a  leprosv  indeed. 

Which  none  but  CHRIST  can  heal. 
'2  What  anguish  did  my  soul  endure. 
Till  hope  and  patience  ceased! 
The  more  I  strove  myself  to  cure, 
The  more  the  plague  increased! 

3  While  thus  I  lay  distressed,  I  saw 

The  Saviour  passing  by; 
To  him,  though  filled  with  shame  and  awe, 
I  raised  my  mournful  cry: 

4  "Lord,  thou  canst  heal  me,  if  thou  wilt; 

Oh,  pity  to  me  shew.' 
Oh,  cleanse  my  leprous  soul  from  guilt, 
My  filthy  heart  renew:" 

5  He  heard,  and  with  a  gracious  look 

Pronounced  the  healing  word, 
"I  will; — be  clean!"     And  while  he  spoke, 
I  felt  my  health  restored. 

6  Come,  sinners,  seize  the  present  hour, 

The  Saviour's  grace  to  prove; 
He  can  relieve,  for  he  is  power; 
He  will,  for  he  is  love! 

331.  'Humility.  L.  If . 

1  WHEREFORE  should  man,  frail  child  of 
clay. 
Who,  from  the  cradle  to  the  shroud, 
Lives  but  the  insect  of  a  day — 

O!  why  should  mortal  man  be  proud? 

9.  His  brightest  visions  just  appear, 

Then  vanish,  and  no  more  are  found; 


332 


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The  stateliest  pile  his  pride  can  rear, 
A  breath  may  level  with  the  ground. 

3  By  doubts  perplexed,  in  error  lost. 

With  trembling  step  he  seeks  his  way: 
How  vain,  of  wisdom's  gill  the  boast! 
Of  reason's  lamp,  how  faint  the  ray! 

4  Follies  and  crimes,  a  countless  sum. 

Are  crowded  in  life's  little  span! 
How  ill.  alas,  does  pride  become 
That  erring,  guilty  creature,  man! 

5  God  of  my  life!  Father  divine! 

Give  me  a  meek  and  lowly  mind; 
In  modest  worth  O  let  me  shine, 
And  peace  in  humble  virtue  find. 

332.  Fruits  of  Lore.  C.  M. 

1  LET  Pharisees  of  high  esteem 

Their  faith  and  zeal  declare; 
All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
If  Love  be  wanting  there. 

2  Love  suffers  long  with  patient  eye, 

Nor  is  provoked  irAaste: 

She  lets  the  present  injury  die, 

And  long  forgets  the  past. 

3  Malice  and  rage,  those  fires  of  hell, 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue; 
Hopes,  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill. 
Though  she  endures  the  wrong. 

4  She  ne'er  desires  nor  seeks  to  know 

The  scandals  of  the  time; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  those  below. 
Nor  envies  those  that  climb. 


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5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by, 

To  seek  her  neighbor's  good: 
So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 
And  save  us  by  his  blood. 

6  Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  power 

In  all  the  realms  above; 
There,  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more; 
But  saints  for  ever  love. 

333.  Privileges.  L.  M. 

1  NOT  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth, 
Who  boast  the  honors  of  their  birth, 
Such  real  dignity  can  claim, 

As  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name. 

2  To  them  the  privilege  is  given 

To  be  the  sons  and  heirs  of  heaven, 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  heirs  of  joy  beyond  the  sky! 

3  His  will  he  makes  them  early  know, 
And  leaches  their  young  feet  to  go; 
Whispers  instruction  to  their  minds, 
And  on  their  hearts  Jjis  precepts  binds. 

4  Their  daily  wants  his  hands  supply, 
Their  steps  he  guards  with  watchful  eye; 
Leads  them  from  earth  to  heaven  above, 
And  crowns  them  with  eternal  love. 

5  If  I've  the  honor,  Lord,  to  be 
One  of  this  num'rous  family, 
On  me  the  gracious  gift  bestow, 
To  call  thee  Abba,  Father,  too. 

6  So  may  my  conduct  ever  prove 
My  filial  piety  and  love.' 


334-335     public  worship. 

Whilst  all  my  brethren  clearly  trace 
Their  Father's  likeness  on  my  face. 

334.  A  pure  conscience.  CM. 

1  O  HAPPY  soul  that  lives  on  high, 

While  men  lie  grovTmg  here! 
His  hopes  are  fixed  above  the  sky, 
And  Faith  forbids  his  fear. 

2  His  conscience  knows  no  secret  stings; 

While  grace  and  joy  combine 
To  form  a  life,  whose  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 

3  He  waits  in  secret  on  his  God, 

His  God  in  secret  sees: 
Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad, 
He  dwells  in  heavenly  peace. 

4  His  pleasures  rise  from  things  unseen, 

Beyond  this  world  and  time, 
Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have  been, 
Nor  thoughts  of  mortals  climb. 

5  He  looks  to  heaven's  eternal  hill, 

To  meet  that  gloqjous  day, 
When  Christ  his  promise  shall  fulfil, 
And  call  his  soul  away. 

335.  Religion.  S.  M 

1  WHEN  gloomy  thoughts  and  fears 

The  trembling  heart  invade, 
And  all  the  face  of  nature  wears 
A  universal  shade — 

2  Religion  can  assuage 

The  tempest  of  the  soul; 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  336 

And  every  fear  shall  lose  its  rage, 
At  her  divine  control. 

3  Through  life's  bewildered  way, 

Her  hand  unerring  leads; 
And  o'er  the  path  her  heavenly  ray 
A  cheering  lustre  sheds. 

4  When  Reason,  tired  and  blind, 

Sinks  helpless  and  afraid — 
Thou  blest  supporter  of  the  mind, 
How  powerful  is  thine  aid! 

5  O  let  me  feel  thy  power, 

And  find  thy  sweet  relief, 
To  brighten  every  gloomy  hour, 
And  soften  every  grief! 

336.  Sanctification.    C.  M.     Watts. 

1  WHERE  shall  we  sinners  hide  our  heads? 

Can  rocks  or  mountains  save? 
Or  shall  we  wrap  us  in  the  shades 
Of  midnight  and  the  grave? 

2  Is  there  no  shelter  from  the  eye 

Of  an  avenging  God? 
Jesus,  to  thy  dear  wounds  we  fly; 
Bedew  us  with  thy  blood. 

3  Those  guardian  drops  our  souls  secure, 

And  wash  away  our  sins; 
Eternal  Justice  frowns  no  more, 
And  conscience  smiles  within. 

4  We  bless  that  wond'rous  purple  stream, 

That  cleanses  every  stain! 
Our  souls  are  yet  but  half  redeemed, 
If  sin,  the  tyrant,  reign. 
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337-338     public  worship. 

5  Lord,  blast  his  empire  with  thy  breath, 
That  cursed  throne  must  fall; 
Ye  flattering  plagues,  that  work  our  death, 
Fly — for  we  hate  you  all. 

337.  Late  and  Gospel.     L.  M.     Watts. 

1  WHILE  Sinai  roars,  and  round  the  earth, 

Thunder,  and  fire,  and  vengeance  flings, 
Jesus,  thy  dear  expiring  breath, 
And  Calvary,  speak  gentler  things. 

2  Pardon,  and  grace,  and  boundless  love, 

Streaming  along  a  Saviour's  blood; 
And  life,  and  joys,  and  crowns  above, 
Purchased  by  our  redeeming  God! 

3  Hark!  how  he  prays,  (the  charming  sound 

Dwells  on  his  dying  lips,)  Forgive! 

And  every  groan,  and  gaping  wound, 

Cries,  "Father,  let  the  rebels  live!" 

4  Go,  ye  that  rest  upon  the  law, 

And  toil  and  seek  salvation  there, 
Look  to  the  flames  that  Moses  saw, 
And  shrink,  and  tremble,  and  despair. 

5  But  I'll  retire  beneath  the  cross; 

Saviour,  at  thy  dear  feet  I'll  lie; 
And  the  keen  sword  that  Justice  draws, 
Flaming  and  red,  shall  pass  me  by! 

338.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  ETERNAL  Sun  of  Righteousness; 
Display  thy  beams  divine! 
Now  may  the  glory  of  thy  face 
Upon  our  darkness  shine! 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP.  339 

2  Light,  in  thy  light,  oh  may  we  see! 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove! 
Revived,  and  cheered,  and  blest  by  thee, 
The  God  of  pard'ning  love! 

3  Lift  up  thy  countenance  serene, 

And  let  each  happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
His  Father  reconciled! 

4  On  us  the  blessing  now  bestow, 

The  joy  of  sins  forgiven, 
Sweet  peace  and  holiness  below, 
And  then,  the  joys  of  heaven! 

339.  HYMN.     L.  M.         Burnharrt, 

1  HOW  good,  how  glorious  'tis  to  see, 
The  church  of  Jesus  kind  and  free! 
Appearing  like  a  new-born  race, 
Proving  the  power  of  sovereign  grace? 

2  How  does  the  Saviour's  love  cement 
Brother  to  brother,  saint  to  saint! 
Each  feels  the  other's  care  and  grief, 
And  runs  to  give  a  kind  relief. 

3  In  paths  of  peace  they  sweetly  move, 
And  traverse  o'er  the  fields  of  love; 
Kindly  they  help  each  other  on, 

And  press  towards  the  heavenly  throne, 

4  Now,  Lord,  may  we,  thy  favored  train, 
Ever  in  purest  love  remain; 

May  discord  evermore  subside, 
And  we  appear  like  Jesus'  bride. 

5  May  we  in  peace  be  ever  found, 
And  grace  in  every  heart  abound; 


340  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

Soon  may  we  mount  the  heights  above-, 
And  live  in  all  the  blaze  of  love. 
6  Then  will  we  sing  with  all  our  might, 
Through  the  refulgent  courts  of  light; 
Highest  hosannas  shall  we  raise, 
And  spend  eternity  in  praise. 

340.  HYMN.    S,  M. 

1  BEHOLD,  the  lofty  sky 

Declares  its  maker,  God; 
And  all  the  starry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  power  abroad. 

2  The  darkness  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  course  the  same; 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  every  diff' rent  land 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known; 
They  show  the  wonders  of  his  band, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  Christian  lands,  rejoice; 

Here  he  reveals  his  word; 
We  are  not  left  to  Nature's  voice. 

To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 
&  His  statutes  and  commands 

Are  set  before  our  eyes; 
He  puts  his  Gospel  in  our  hands, 

Where  our  salvation  lies. 
6  His  laws  are  just  and  pure, 

His  truth  without  deceit, 
His  promises  for  ever  sure, 

And  his  rewards  are  great. 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 


341-342 


%  341.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Fawcttt, 

1  RELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 

Of  mortals  here  below: 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sov'reign  virtue  know. 

2  More  needful  this,  than  glitt'ring  wealth* 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows; 
Not  reputation,  food,  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  O  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne! 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 

His  government  to  own. 
Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 

Be  joined  with  godly  fear; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 

My  heart  to  be  sincere. 
6  Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin. 

Through  my  remaining  days; 
And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine 

To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 

342.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Walts, 

COULD  I  so  false,  so  faithless  prove, 
To  quit  thy  service  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  presence  shun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run? 


343  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwelPst,  enthroned  in  light; 
Or  plunge  to  hell — there  Justice  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

3  If,  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 
I  fly  beyond  the  Western  sea, 
Thy  swifter  hand  would  first  arrive, 
And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 

4  Or,  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight 
Beneath  the  spreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 

5  The  veil  of  night  is  no  disguise, 

No  screen  from  thy  all-searching  eyes; 
Thy  hand  can  seize  thy  foes  as  soon 
Through  midnight  shades,  as  blazing  noon. 

6  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee! 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  spy; 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

7  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  Trest! 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there! 

343.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Wa 

1  LET  every  creature  join 

To  praise  th'  eternal  God; 
Ye  heavenly  hosts,  the  song  begin, 
And  sound  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  sun,  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon,  with  paler  rays — 


puelic  worship.     349-350 

When  to  the  right  or  left  I  turn, 
Thy  voice  still  let  me  hear: 

6  "Come  back — this  is  the  way; 
Come  back,  and  walk  therein!" 
O  may  I  hearken  and  obey, 
And  shun  the  paths  of  sin! 

349.  HYMN.    CM.  Watts, 

1  AS  children  young  desire  the  breast, 

To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive, 
So  saints  with  joy  the  Gospel  taste, 
And  by  the  Gospel  live. 

2  They  find  access  at  every  hour 

To  God  within  the  veil; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  power, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

3  O  happy  souls!  O  glorious  state 

Of  overflowing  grace! 
To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 

And  see  his  lovely  face! 
'4  Lord,  I  address  thy  heavenly  throne; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 

To  form  my  heart  divine. 
5  There  shed  thy  choicest  loves  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  strong; 
Then  shall  I  say,  "My  Father,  God!" 

With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

350.  HYMN.     L.  M.        Robertson. 
%  IN  this  thy  house,  O  Lord,  to-day, 

We've  met  to  preach,  and  sing,  and  pray: 


351  PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  before  we  part, 
With  love  divine  fill  every  heart. 

2  Thy  word  with  mighty  power  attend; 
And  unto  all  instruction  send, 

That  onward  still  our  souls  may  fly, 
Until  they  rest  above  the  sky. 

3  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

We'll  shout  with  all  the  ransomed  throngi 
Our  journeys  through  the  heavens  extend, 
And  sing  the  song  that  ne'er  shall  end. 

351.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Watts < 

1  FAR  as  thy  name  is  known, 

The  world  declares  thy  praise: 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill; 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well-^- 

4  The  orders  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  our's  above  the  sky. 


public  worship.     352-353 

352.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Watts, 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues* 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry> 

"To  be  exalted  thus!" 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply; 
"For  he  was  slain  for  us!" 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give> 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas,     ' 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

353.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts-, 

1  THERE  is  a  God  who  reigns  above, 

Lord  of  the  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas; 
I  fear  his  wrath,  I  ask  his  love, 
And  with  my  lips  I  sing  his  praise. 

2  There  is  a  law  which  he  has  writ, 

To  teach  us  all  what  we  must  do: 
My  soul,  to  his  commands  submit; 
For  they  are  holy,  just  and  true. 


854  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

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3  There  is  a  Gospel,  rich  in  grace, 

Whence  sinners  all  Iheir  comforts  draw: 
Lord,  I  repent,  and  seek  thy  face; 
For  I  have  often  broke  thy  law. 

4  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die, 

Nor  do  I  know  how  soon  'twill  come: 
How  many,  younger  much  than  I, 
Have  passed  by  death  to  hear  (heir  doom? 

5  Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have, 

Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled! 

There's  no  repentance  in  the  grave, 

Nor  pardon  offered  to  the  dead. 

354.  HYMN.     S.  M.         Robertson, 

1  MY  soul's  delight  on  earth 

Is  pure  religion  known! 
Possessed  of  this.  I  fear  no  ill; 
For  Christ  is  all  my  own. 

2  When  darkness  clouds  my  soul, 

And  makes  me  to  complain, 
'Tis  pure  religion  bears  me  up, 
And  Christ  returns  again. 

3  To  guide  each  doubtful  step, 

My  Lord  is  still  at  hand: 
Pure  religion,  my  faults  shall  hide, 
And  near  my  heart  doth  stand. 

4  Throughout  my  stay  on  earth, 

This  happy  song  I'll  sing: 
Pure  religion!  O  blessed  theme! 
Let  heaven  the  echo  ring. 


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355.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 

That  have  obtained  the  prize; 
And  on  the  eagle's  wings  of  love, 
To  joy  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  heaven  and  earth,  are  one. 

3  One  family — we  dwell  in  him; 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home, 

This  solemn  moment  fly; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  be  our  constant  guide; 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given; 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  and  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

Sabbath. 

356.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Waits. 

1  THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
He  calls  the  hours  his  own; 


357  SABBATH. 

Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son! 
Help  us,  O  Lord!  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  is  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace! 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 

To  save  our  sinful  race! 
-5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise! 
The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns, 

Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

357.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Watts. 

1  WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day: 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 


SABBATH.  358-359 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

358.  HYMN.    L.  M.        Harrison. 

1  AWAKE,  my  heart!  my  soul,  arise! 
This  is  the  day  believers  prize! 
Improve  this  Sabbath  then  with  care; 
Another  may  not  be  thy  share. 

2  O  solemn  thought!     Lord,  give  me  power 
Wisely  to  fill  up  every  hour: 

O  for  the  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
To  bear  my  heart  and  soul  above! 

3  Jesus,  assist,  nor  let  me  fail 

To  worship  thee  within  the  veil; 
To  glorify  thy  matchless  grace; 
To  see  the  beauties  of  thy  face. 

4  Be  with  me  in  thy  house  to-day, 
And  tune  my  heart  to  praise  and  pray; 
Command  thy  word  to  fall  like  dew. 
Refreshing,  quick'ningall  anew. 

5  Call  forth  my  thoughts,  and  let  them  rove 
O'er  the  green  pastures  of  thy  love: 

O  let  not  sin  prevent  my  rest, 

Nor  keep  me  from  my  Saviour's  breast! 

359.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Watts. 

1  LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye; 
17 


360  SABBATH. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand: 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there: 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness! 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

360.  HYMN.     CM.  Cennick. 

1  WHEN,  O  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  I 

Behold  thee — all  serene — 
Blest  in  perpetual  Sabbath  day, 
Without  a  veil  between? 

2  Assist  me  while  I  wander  here, 

Amidst  a  world  of  cares; 
Incline  my  heart  to  pray  with  love, 
And  then  accept  my  prayers. 

3  [Release  my  soul  from  every  chain, 

No  more  hell's  captive  led; 
And  pardon  a  repenting  child, 
For  whom  the  Saviour  bled. 

4  Spare  me,  my  God;  O  spare  the  soul 

That  gives  itself  to  thee! 


SABBATH.  361-362 

Take  all  that  I  possess  below, 

And  give  thyself  to  me.] 
5  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  Father,  give, 

To  be  my  Guide  and  Friend; 
To  light  my  path  to  ceaseless  joys, 

To  Sabbaths  without  end! 

361.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Stennett. 

1  ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbalh  is  begun; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  has  blest. 

2  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies! 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

3  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away: 

How  sweet,  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end! 

362.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  FREQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns. 

To  shed  its  quick'ning  beams; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns, 
How  languid  are  its  flames! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increase,  O  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend 


363 -364  SABBATH . 

Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end; 
4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 
With  heavenly  lustre  shine, 

Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 

363.  HYMN.  L.  M.        Doddridge. 

1  THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above! 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  love  and  strong  desire. 

2  In  thy  blest  kingdom  we  shall  be 
From  every  mortal  trouble  fret; 

No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 

No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  O  long  expected  day,  begin, 
Dawn  on  this  world  of  wo  and  sin! 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
To  sleep  in  death,  and  rest  in  God. 

364.  HYMN.     CM.    Montgomery. 

1  THIS  is  the  day  that  God  bath  made; 

Let  young  and  old  rejoice! 
To  Him  be  vows  and  homage  paid, 
Whose  service  is  our  choice. 

2  This  is  the  temple  of  the  Lord; 

How  dreadful  is  this  place! 


SABBATH.  365 

With  meekness  let  us  hear  his  word, 
With  rev'rence  seek  his  face. 

3  This  is  the  homage  he  requires: 

The  voice  of  praise  and  prayer, 
The  soul's  affections,  hopes,  desires, 
Ourselves,  and  all  we  are. 

4  While  rich  and  poor  for  mercy  call, 

Propitious  from  the  skies, 
The  Lord,  the  Maker  of  them  all, 
Accepts  the  sacrifice. 

5  Well  pleased,  thro'  Jesus  Christ  his  Son, 

From  sin  he  grants  release: 
According  to  their  faith  'tis  done: 
He  bids  them  go  in  peace. 

365.  HYMN.    S.  M.  Hoskins, 

1  TO-DAY  the  Saviour  rose, 

Our  Jesus  left  the  dead! 
He  conquered  our  tremendous  foes, 
And  Satan  captive  led. 

2  He  left  his  glorious  throne, 

To  make  our  peace  with  God; 
Blessings  for  ever  on  his  name, 
He  bought  us  with  his  blood. 

3  For  us  his  life  he  paid, 

For  us  the  law  fulfilled; 
On  him  our  loads  of  guilt  were  laid, 
We  by  his  stripes  are  healed. 

4  Ye  saints,  adore  his  name, 

Who  hath  such  mercy  shown; 
Ye  sinners,  love  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
And  make  his  praises  known. 


366-367  SABBATH, 

366.  Hearing  the  Word.  C.  M. 

1  ZION'S  fair  courts  are  my  abode, 

In  which  ray  God  appears; 

There  he  his  promises  fulfils: 

Each  saint  his  favor  shares. 

2  My  God,  I  greatly  love  thy  word, 

The  record  of  thy  will; 
My  heart  dilates  with  holy  joy, 
When  I  its  influence  feel. 

3  Its  precepts  guide,  its  threat'nings  awe, 

Its  promises  delight; 
It  is  my  counsellor  by  day, 
My  comfort  in  the  night. 

4  My  spirit  for  the  Sabbath  pants, 

That  day  of  sacred  rest, 
To  be  divinely  taught  of  thee, 
And  with  thy  presence  blest. 

5  Come  then,  O  condescend  to  come! 

And,  as  it  Avas  of  old, 
Let  me  approach  the  mercy-seat, 
The  covering  cloud  behold. 

Baptism. 

367.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  'TWAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 

"Go, teach  the  nations,  and  baptize!" 
The  nations  have  received  the  word, 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 

2  He  sits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands; 

And  sends  his  covenant,  with  the  seals, 

To  bless  the  distant  Christian  lands. 


BAPTISM.  368 

3  "Repent,  and  be  baptized,"  he  saith, 

"For  the  remission  of  your  sins!" 
And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
And  shows  us  what  the  Gospel  means. 

4  Our  souls  He  washes  in  his  blood — 

As  water  makes  the  body  clean; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Descends  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee, 

And  seal  our  covenant  with  the  Lord: 
O  may  the  great  eternal  Three, 

In  heaven,  our  solemn  vows  record! 

368.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Fatccett. 

i  BEHOLD,  what  matchless  tender  love, 
Doth  Christ  to  babes  display! 
He  bids  each  parent  bring  them  near, 
Nor  turns  the  least  away. 

2  The  parents' hearts  with  transport  filled, 

Bring  their  young  children  near, 
That  they  his  blessing  may  partake, 
And  in  his  favor  share. 

3  See  how  he  takes  them  in  his  arms, 

With  smiles  upon  his  face; 
And  says  his  kingdom  is  of  such* 
By  (vee  and  sov'reign  grace. 

4  "Forbid  them  not,"  whom  Jesus  calls, 

Nor  dare  the  claim  resist, 
Since  his  own  lips  to  us  declare, 
Heaven  will  of  such  consist. 

5  With  flowing  tears  and  thankful  hearti 

We  give  them  up  to  thee; 


369-370-371     baptism. 

Receive  them,  Lord,  into  thine  arms; 
Thine  may  they  ever  be. 

369.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  COME,  Holy  Ghost,  descend  from  high, 

Baptizer  of  our  spirits,  Thou, 
The  sacramental  seal  apply, 

And  witness  with  the  water  now. 

2  Exert  thy  energy  divine, 

And  sprinkle  the  atoning  blood: 

May  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  join, 

To  seal  this  soul  a  child  of  God. 

370.  HYMN.     CM.         Beddome. 

1  HOW  great,  how  solemn  is  the  work 

Which  we  attend  to-day! 

Now  for  a  holy,  solemn  frame, 

O  God!  to  thee  we  pray. 

2  Awake,  our  love;  awake,  our  hope; 

Wake,  fortitude  and  joy; 
Vain  world,  begone;  let  things  above, 
Our  happy  thoughts  employ. 

3  Instruct  our  mind,  our  will  subdue, 

To  heaven  our  passions  raise, 
That  hence  our  lives,  our  all,  may  be 
Devoted  to  thy  praise. 

371.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  CELESTIAL  Dove,  descend  from  high, 
And  on  the  water  brood; 
Come,  with  thy  quick'ning  power  apply 
The  water  and  the  blood. 


baptism.  372-373 

2  I  love  the  Lord,  that  stoops  so  low 

To  give  his  word  a  seal; 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  bestow, 
Exceeds  the  figure  still. 

3  Almighty  God,  for  thee  we  call, 

And  our  request  renew; 
Accept  in  Christ,  and  bless  withal, 
The  work  we  have  to  do. 

372.  Practical  improvement.        CM. 

1  ATTEND,  ye  children  of  your  God; 

Ye  heirs  of  glory,  hear; 
For  accents  so  divine  as  these, 
Might  charm  the  dullest  ear. 

2  Baptized  into  your  Saviour's  death, 

Your  souls  to  sin  must  die; 
With  Christ,  your  Lord,  ye  live  anew, 
With  Christ  ascend  on  high. 

3  There,  by  his  Father's  side,  he  sits 

Enthroned,  divinely  fair; 
Yet  owns  himself  your  Saviour  still, 
And  your  Forerunner  there. 

4  Rise  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love; 
Above,  your  choicest  treasure  lies, 
And  be  your  hearts  above. 

373.  HYMN.    P.M.        Robertson, 
1  "REPENT,  and  be  baptized," 

Says  your  redeeming  Lord: 
You  all  are  now  apprised, 

That  'tis  your  Saviour's  word. 
Arise,  arise  without  delay, 
And  his  divine  command  obey. 


374  baptism. 

2  You  sin-convicted  race, 

Now  fall  at  Jesus'  feet; 
He'll  save  you  through  his  grace; 

Come,  to  his  will  submit, 
And  be  baptized  without  delay; 
O  come! — he  says  this  is  the  way. 

3  Come,  you  believing  train, 

No  more  (he  truth  withstand, 
No  longer  think  it  vain, 

To  honor  God's  command. 
But  haste,  arise — "This  is  the  way?" 
O  come  and  wash — Christ  says  you  may; 

4  Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  Peace, 

To  thy  great  name  we  pray! 
May  converts  to  thy  grace. 

This  ordinance  obey; 
And  may  thy  love  their  souls  assure, 
That  peace  and  pardon  is  secure. 

I  374.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  COME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Honor  the  means  ordained  of  thee; 
Make  good  our  apostolic  boast, 
And  own  thy  glorious  ministry. 

2  We  now  thy  promised  presence  claim; 

Sent  to  disciple  all  mankind, 
Sent  to  baptize  into  thy  name, 

We  now  thy  promised  presence  find. 

3  Father,  in  these  reveal  thy  Son, 

In  these  for  whom  we  seek  thy  face, 
The  hidden  mystery  make  known, 
The  inward,  pure,  baptizing  grace. 


lord's  supper.  375 

4  Jesus,  with  us  thou  always  art, 

Effectuate  now  the  sacred  sign; 
The  gift  unspeakable  impart, 
And  bless  the  ordinance  divine. 

5  Eternal  Spirit,  descend  from  high, 

Baptizer  of  our  spirits,  Thou, 
The  sacramental  seal  apply, 

And  witness  with  the  water  now. 

6  O  that  the  souls  baptized  herein, 

May  now  thy  truth  and  mercy  feel, 
May  rise  and  wash  away  their  sin! 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  their  pardon  seal. 

fiord's  Supper. 

375.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts, 

1  'TWAS  on  that  dark,  lhat  doleful  night, 

When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes! 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blest,  and  break; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran, 
What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  he  spake! 

3  "This  is  my  body  broke  for  sin, 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food;" 
Then  took  the  cup  and  blest  the  wine, 
.    "  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

4  For  us  his  flesh  with  nails  was  torn, 

He  bore  the  scourge,  he  felt  the  thorn; 
And  Justice  poured  upon  his  head 
Its  heavy  vengeance  in  our  stead* 


37(5  lord's  supper. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  spilt, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt, 
When,  for  black  crimes  of  biggest  size, 
He  gave  his  soul  a  sacrifice. 

376.  HYMN.    CM.       Doddridge, 

1  THE  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads, 

His  dainties  crown  the  board; 
Not  paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afford. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 

And  endless  life,  are  given, 
Through  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed, 
To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  Ye  hungry  poor,  that  long  have  strayed 

In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come, 
Come  from  your  most  obseure  retreats, 
And  Grace  shall  find  you  room. 

4  Millions  of  souls  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here; 
And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 

5  Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 

That  millions  more  may  come; 
Nor  could  the  whole  assembled  world 
O'erfill  the  spacious  room. 

6  All  things  are  ready — come  away, 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame; 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast, 
And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 


lord's  supper.       377-378 

377.  HYMN.     CM.  Stennett, 

1  HERE  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet. 

To  feed  on  food  divine; 
Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood,  the  wine. 

2  He  that  prepares  this  rich  repast, 

Himself  comes  down  and  dies; 
And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  flow; 

O  what  delightful  food! 
We  eat  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine, 
But  think  on  nobler  good. 

4  The  bitter  torments  he  endured 

Upon  the  accursed  tree, 
Each  welcome  guest  may  truly  say, 
Were  borne  from  love  to  me. 

5  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free, 

Dear  Saviour,  so  divine! 
Well  thou  mayest  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 

378.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Watts. 

1  JESUS  is  gone  above  the  skies, 

Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  not; 
And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have, 

Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face; 
And  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 
These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 


379-380 

3  Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot, 

And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem; 
Christ  and  his  love  fill  every  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fixed  on  him. 

4  While  he  is  absent  from  our  sight, 

'Tis  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heavenly  light, 
And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 

379.  HYMN.    S.  M. 

1  GLORY  to  God  on  high! 

Our  peace  is  made  with  heaven! 
The  Son  of  God  came  down  to  die, 
That  we  might  be  forgiven! 

2  His  precious  blood  was  shed, 

His  body  bruised  for  sin! 
Remember  this  in  eating  bread, 
And  this  in  drinking  wine. 

3  Approach  his  royal  board, 

In  his  rich  garments  clad; 
Join,  every  tongue,  to  praise  the  Lord, 
And  every  heart  be  glad. 

4  The  Father  gives  Ihe  Son, 

The  Son,  his  ilesh  and  blood; 
The  Spirit  applies,  and  Faith  puts  on, 
The  righteousness  of  God. 

380.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

3  YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 
Behold  a  royal  feast, 
Where  Mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  humble  guest! 


lord's  supper.  38 X 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms, 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come; 
O  stay  not  back,  though  fear  alarms! 
For  yet  there  still  is  room. 

3  O  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love! 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast, 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

4  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  the  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice 

In  ecstasies  unknown. 
%>  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come! 
Ye  happy  souls,  the  grace  adore; 

Approach — there  yet  is  room. 

381.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  HOW  pleasing  is  the  sight,  to  see 
So  many  churches  thus  agree, 
And  sit  around  the  Saviour's  board, 
As  members  of  one  common  Lord! 

2  Here  we  behold  the  dawn  of  bliss, 
Here  we  behold  the  Saviour's  grace, 
Here  we  behold  his  precious  blood, 
Which  sweetly  pleads  for  us  with  God. 

3  To  all  we  freely  give  our  hand, 
Who  love  the  Lord,  in  every  land; 
For  all  are  one  in  Christ  our  Head, 
To  whom  be  endless  honors  paid. 

4  Let  party  spirit,  seed  of  hell, 

No  more  in  Christian  bosoms  dwell; 


382-383      lord's  supper. 

But  love  and  union,  by  his  blood, 
Prove  them  the  chosen  heirs  of  God. 

382.  HYMN.     S.  M.  Wesley 

1  JESUS,  we  thus  obey 

Thy  last  and  kindest  word; 
Here,  in  thine  own  appointed  way, 
We  come  to  meet  our  Lord. 

2  The  way  thou  hafl^enjoined, 

Thou  wilt  therein  appear; 
We  come  with  confidence  to  find 
Thy  special  presence  here. 

3  Whate'er  th'  Almighty  can 

To  pardoned  sinners  give, 
The  fulness  of  our  God  made  man, 
We  here  with  Christ  receive. 

383.  HYMN.     CM.  Wesley, 

1  COME,  Saviour,  let  thy  tokens  prove, 

Fitted  by  heavenly  art, 
As  channels  to  convey  thy  love 
To  every  faithful  heart. 

2  The  living  bread  sent  down  from  heaven, 

In  us  vouchsafe  to  be: 
Thy  flesh  for  all  the  world  is  given, 
And  all  may  live  by  thee. 

3  Now,  Lord,  on  us  thy  flesh  bestow, 

And  let  us  drink  thy  blood, 
Till  all  our  souls  are  filled  below, 
With  all  the  life  of  God. 

4  Determined  nothing  else  to  know, 

But  Jesus  crucified, 


3S4-385 

t  will  not  from  my  Jesus  go, 
Or  leave  his  wounded  side. 

384.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  INFINITE  grief!  amazing  wo! 

Behold  my  bleeding  Lord! 
Hell  and  the  Jews  conspire  his  death, 
And  used  the  Roman  sword. 

2  O  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore, 
When  knotty  whips  and  ragged  thorns 
His  sacred  body  tore! 

3  But  knotty  whips  and  ragged  thorns, 

In  vain  do  I  accuse; 
In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
And  the  more  spiteful  Jews. 

4  'Twere  you,  my  sins,  my  cruel  sins, 

His  chief  tormentors  were; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
And  unbelief  the  spear.        « 

5  'Twere  you  that  pulled  the  vengeance 

Upon  his  guiltless  head!  [down 

Break,  break,  my  heart — Oh  burst,  mine 

And  let  my  sorrows  bleed.  [eyes! 

6  Strike,  raishty  Grace,  my  flinty  soul, 

Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
In  undissembled  wo. 

385.  Glorious  Gospel.  C.  M. 
1  WHAT  wisdom,  majesty  and  grace, 

Through  all  the  Gospel  shine! 
18 


386  LORD^  SUPPER. 

'Tis  God  that  speaks,  and  Ave  confess 
The  doctrine  most  divine. 

2  Down  from  his  starry  throne  on  high, 

Th'  almighty  Saviour  comes, 
Lays  his  bright  robes  of  glory  by, 
And  feeble  flesh  assumes. 

3  The  mighty  debt  that  sinners  owed, 

Upon  the  cross  he  pays; 
Then  through  the  clouds  ascends  to  God, 
'Midst  shouts  of  loftiest  praise. 

4  There  he,  our  great  High  Priest,  appears 

Before  his  Father's  throne; 

Mingles  his  merit  with  our  tears, 

And  pours  salvation  down. 

5  Great  God,  with  rev'rence  we  adore 

Thy  justice  and  thy  grace; 
And  on  thy  faithfulness  and  power, 
Our  firm  dependence  place. 

386.  A  Sacramental  hymn.         C.  M. 

1  LORD,  at  thy  table  I  behold 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace; 
But  most  of  all  admire  that  I 
Should  find  a  welcome  place* 

2  I  that  am  all  defiled  with  sin, 

A  rebel  to  my  God; 
I  that  have  crucified  his  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood! 

3  What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this.. 

That  such  a  soul  has  room! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand. 
My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 


lord's  suppek.  387 

4  "Eat,  O  my  friends!"  the  Saviour  cries: 

"The  feast  was  made  for  you; 
For  you  I  groaned,  and  bled,  and  died, 
And  rose,  and  triumphed  too." 

5  With  trembling  faith  and  bleeding  hearts, 

Lord,  we  accept  thy  love: 
'Tis  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had — 
What  will  it  be  above? 

6  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven, 

Join  all  your  praising  powers; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love! 
No  Saviour  is  like  our's! 

387.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  HOW  condescending  and  how  kind 

Was  God's  eternal  Son! 
Our  misery  reached  his  heavenly  mind 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  [When  Justice,  by  our  sins  provoked, 

Drew  forth  its  dreadful  sword, 

He  gave  his  soul  up  to  the  stroke, 

Without  a  murm'ring  word.] 

3  [He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne: 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows, 
But  cost  his  heart  a  groan.] 

4  This  was  compassion  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

5  Now,  though  be  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  still  as  great! 


388-389 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 
Nor  lets  his  saints  forget. 

388.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  THAT  doleful  night  before  his  death, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Did  almost  with  his  dying  breath, 
This  solemn  feast  ordain. 

2  To  keep  the  feast,  Lord,  we  have  met, 

And  to  remember  thee: 
Help  each  poor  trembler  to  repeat^ 
"For  me  He  died,  for  me!" 

3  These  sacred  signs,  thy  sufferings,  Lord, 

To  our  remembrance  bring: 
We  eat  and  drink  around  thy  board, 
But  think  on  nobler  things. 

4  O  tune  our  tongues,  and  set  in  frame 

Each  heart  that  pants  for  thee, 

To  sing,  "Hosanna  to  the  Lamb, 

The  Lamb  that  died  for  me!" 

For  Fast  Day. 

389.  HYMN,    CM.  Rippon. 

1  SEE,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne 

Thy  mourning  people  bend; 
'Tis  on  thy  sov'reign  grace  alone, 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

2  Tremendous  judgments  from  thy  hand, 

Thy  dreadful  power  display; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 


FAST   DAY.  390 

3  Great  God,  and  is  Columbia  spared, 

Ungrateful  as  we  are? 
O  make  thy  awful  warnings  heard, 
While  Mercy  cries,  "Forbear!" 

4  What  land  so  favored  of  the  skies, 

As  these  apostate  States? 
Our  num'rous  crimes  increasing  rise, 
Yet  still  thy  vengeance  waits! 

5  How  changed,  alas,  are  truths  divine, 

For  error,  guilt  and  shame! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name! 

390.  For  a  Fast  Day.  C.  M, 

1  THE  gath'ring  clouds,  with  aspect  dark, 

A  rising  storm  presage: 
Oh!  to  be  hid  within  the  ark, 
And  sheltered  from  its  rage! 

2  See  the  commissioned  angel  frown; 

That  vial  in  his  hand, 
Filled  with  fierce  wrath,  is  pouring  down. 
Upon  our  guilty  land. 

3  Ye  saints,  unite  in  wrestling  prayer, 

If  yet  there  may  be  hope: 
Who  knows  but  Mercy  yet  may  spare, 
And  bid  the  angel  stop? 

4  Already  is  the  plague  begun; 

And,  fired  with  hostile  rage, 
Brethren  (by  blood  and  interest  one) 
With  brethren  now  engage. 

5  May  we,  at  least,  with  one  consent, 

Fall  low  before  the  throne; 


391-392  PASTORAL. 

With  tears  the  nation's  sins  lament, 

The  church's  and  our  own. 
6  The  humble  souls  who  fast  and  pray, 

The.  Lord  approves  and  knows; 
His  mark  secures  them  in  the  day 

When  vengeance  strikes  his  foes. 

Pastoral. 

391.  HYMN.     C.  M.      Doddridge. 

1  LET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

And  take  the  alarm  they  give; 
Now  let  them,  from  the  mouth  of  God, 
Their  awful  charge  receive. 

2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import, 

The  pastor's  care  demands — 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls — for  which,  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego; 
For  souls,  which  must  for  ever  live 
In  raptures  or  in  wo! 

4  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 

Th'  account  to  render  there; 
And  shouldst  thou  strictly  mark  our  faults, 
Lord,  where  should  we  appear? 

5  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Redeemer,  see; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

392.         God  entreated  for  Zion.        L.  M, 
I  INDULGENT  Sov'reign  of  the  skies, 
And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  ear? 


PASTORAL.  3\)S 

While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries, 
Wilt  thou,  the  great  Jehovah,  hear? 

2  How  shall  thy  servants  give  thee  rest, 

Till  Zion's  mould'ring  walls  thou  raise? 
Till  thine  own  power  shall  stand  confessed, 
And  make  Jerusalem  a  praise? 

3  Look  down.  O  God.  with  pitying  eye, 

And  view  the  desolation  round! 
See  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
And  hurl  their  idols  to  the  ground. 

4  Lord,  let  the  Gospel  trumpet  blow, 

And  call  the  nations  from  afar; 
Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know, 
And  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 

5  Let  Babylon's  proud  altars  shake. 

And  light  invade  her  darkest  gloom; 
The  yoke  of  iron  bondage  break, 
The  yoke  of  Satan  and  of  Rome. 

6  On  all  our  souls  let  grace  descend 

Like  heavenly  dew.  in  copious  shower*, 
That  we  may  call  our  God  our  Friend, 
That  we  may  hail  salvation  ours. 

393  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  SHEPHERD  of  Israel,  thou  dost  keep 
With  constant  care  thy  bumble  sheep; 
By  thee  inferior- pastors  rise, 

To  feed  our  souls  and  cheer  our  eyes. 

2  To  all  thy  churches  such  impart, 
Modelled"  by  thy  own  gracious  heart. 
Whose  courage,  watchfulness  and  love, 
Men  may  attest,  and  God  approve. 


394  PASTORAL. 

3  Fed  by  their  active,  tender  care, 
Healthful  may  all  thy  sheep  appear; 
And,  by  their  fair  example  led, 
The  way  to  Zion's  pasture  tread. 

4  Completely  heal  each  former  stroke, 
And  hless  the  shepherd  and  the  flock; 
Confirm  the  hopes  thy  mercies  raise, 
And  own  this  tribute  of  our  praise. 

394.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  "GO,  preach  my  Gospel,"  saith  the  Lord; 

"Bid  the  whale  earth  my  grace  receive; 
He  shall  be  saved  who  trusts  my  word, 
He  shall  be  damned  that  don't  believe. 

2  "I'll  make  your  great  commission  known; 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  Gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  ihat  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  ''Go,  heal  the  sick — go,  raise  the  dead- 

Go,  cast  out  devils  in  my  name; 
Nor  !el  rriy  prophets  be  abaid,         [pheme. 
Though  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blas- 

4  "Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands; 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end: 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands; 
I  can  destroy  and  can  defend." 

5  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head; 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode! 
They  to  the  furthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God! 


PASTORAL.  395-396 

395.  HYMN.     L.  M. 

1  GO  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name, 

Sweetly  the  Gospel  trumpet  sound; 
The  glorious  Jubilee  proclaim, 

Where'er  the  human  race  is  found. 

2  The  joyful  news  to  all  impart, 

And  teach  them  where  salvation  lies; 
With  care  bind  up  the  broken  heart, 
And  wipe  the  tears  from  weeping  eyes. 

3  Be  wise  as  serpents,  where  you  go, 

But  harmless  as  the  peaceful  dove; 
And  let  your  heaven-taught  conduct  show, 
That  ye're  commissioned  from  above. 

4  Freely  from  me  ye  have  received, 

Freely,  in  love,  to  others  give; 
Thus  shall  your  doctrines  be  believed, 
And,  by  your  labors,  sinners  live. 

39G.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  COMFORT,  ye  ministers  of  grace, 

Comfort  (he  people  of  your  Lord; 
O  lift  ye  up  the  fallen  race, 

And  cheer  them  by  the  Gospel  word! 

2  Go  into  every  nation— go, 

Speak  to  their  trembling  hearts,  and  cry, 
Glad  tidings  unto  nil  we  show; 
Jerusalem,  thy  God  is  nigh. 

3  Hark!  in  the  wilderness  a  cry, 

A  voice  that  loudly  calls,  Prepare.' 
Prepare  your  hearts,  for  God  is  nigh, 
And  means  to  make  his  entrance  there! 


397 


PASTORAL. 


4  The  Lord  your  God  shall  quickly  come; 

Sinners,  repent — the  call  obey — 

Open  your  hearts  to  make  him  room! 

Ye  desert  souls,  prepare  his  way! 

5  The  Lord  shall  clear  his  way  through  all; 

Whate'er  obstructs,  obstructs  in  vain! 
The  vale  shall  rise,  the  mountain  fall, 
Crooked  be  straight,  and  rugged  plain. 

6  The  glory  of  the  Lord  displayed, 

Shall  all  mankind  together  view; 

And  what  his  mouth  in  truth  hath  said, 

His  own  almighty  hand  shall  do. 


397.  HYMN.     S.  M. 

1  LORD  of  the  harvest,  hear 

Thy  needy  servants'  cry; 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 

2  On  Thee  we  humbly  wait, 

Our  wants  are  in  thy  view: 
The  harvest  truly,  Lord,  is  great, 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Convert,  and  send  forth  more 

Into  thy  church  abroad; 
And  let  them  speak  thy  word  of  power, 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  Give  the  pure  Gospel  word, 

The  word  of  general  grace; 
Then  let  them  preach  the  common  Lord 
Saviour  of  human  race. 

5  O  let  them  spread  thy  name! 

Their  mission  fully  prove, 


PASTORAL.  398-399 

Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, 
Thine  all-redeeming  love. 

398.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  HIGH  on  his  everlasting  throne, 

The  King  of  saints  his  work  surveys; 
Marks  the  dear  souls  he  calls  his  own, 
And  smiles  on  the  peculiar  race. 

2  He  rests  well  pleased  their  toils  to  see; 

Beneath  his  easy  yoke  they  move; 
With  all  their  heart  and  strength  agree 
In  the  sweet  labor  of  his  love. 

3  See  where  the  servants  of  the  Lord, 

A  busy  multitude,  appear; 
For  Jesus  day  and  night  employed, 
His  heritage  they  toil  to  clear. 

4  The  love  of  Christ  their  hearts  constrains, 

And  strengthens  their  unwearied  hands; 
They  spend  their  sweat,  and  blood,  and 
To  cultivate  Immanuel's  lands,     [pains, 

5  Jesus  their  toil  delighted  sees, 

Their  industry  vouchsafes  to  crown; 
He  kindly  gives  the  wished  increase, 
And  sends  the  promised  blessing  down, 

6  The  sap  of  life,  the  Spirit's  powers, 

He  rains  incessant  from  above; 
He  all  his  gracious  fulness  showers, 
To  perfect  their  great  work  of  love. 

399.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  DRAW  near,  O  Son  of  God,  draw  near! 
Us  with  thy  flaming  eye  behold; 


400  PASTORAL. 

Still  in  thy  church  vouchsafe  t'  appear, 
And  let  our  candlestick  be  gold. 

2  Still  hold  the  stars  in  thy  right  hand, 

And  let  them  in  thy  lustre  glow, 
The  lights  of  a  benighted  land, 
The  angels  of  thy  church  below. 

3  Make  good  their  apostolic  boast, 

Their  high  commission  let  them  prove, 
Be  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghost, 

And  filled  with  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 

4  Their  hearts  from  things  of  earth  remove; 

Sprinkle  them,  Lord,  from  sin  and  fear, 
Fix  their  affections  all  above, 

And  lay  up  all  their  treasures  there. 

5  Give  them  an  ear  to  hear  thy  word; 

Thou  speakest  to  the  churches  now; 
And  let  all  tongues  confess  their  Lord, 
Let  every  knee  to  Jesus  bow. 

400.  HYMN.     L.  M. 

1  SAVIOUR  of  men,  thy  searching  eye 
Doth  all  mine  inmost  thoughts  descry: 
Doth  aught  on  earth  my  wishes  raise, 
Or  the  world's  pleasures  or  its  praise? 

2  The  love  of  Christ  doth  me  constrain 
To  seek  the  wand'ring  souls  of  men; 
With  cries,  entreaties,  tears,  to  save, 
To  snatch  them  from  the  gaping  grave. 

3  For  this  let  men  revile  my  name; 
No  cross  I  shun,  I  fear  no  shame! 

All  hail,  reproach!  and  welcome,  pain! 
Only  thy  terrors,  Lord,  restrain. 


PASTORAL.  401 

4  My  life,  my  blood,  I  here  present, 
If  for  thy  truth  they  may  be  spent: 
Fulfil  thy  sov'reign  counsel,  Lord; 
Thy  will  be  done,  thy  nrnne  adored. 

5  Give  me  thy  strength,  O  God  of  power! 
Then  let  winds  blow,  or  thunders  roar, 

,    Thy  faithful  witness  will  I  he: 

'Tis  fixed — I  can  do  all  through  thee. 

401.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  JESUS,  my  strength  and  righteousness, 

My  Saviour  and  my  King, 

Triumphantly  thy  name  I  bless, 

Thy  conq'ring  name  I  sing. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  hast  magnified  thy  name, 

Thou  hast  maintained  thy  cause; 
And  I  enjoy  the  glorious  shame, 
The  scandal  of  thy  cross. 

3  Thou  gavest  me  to  speak  thy  word 

In  the  appointed  hour: 
I  have  proclaimed  my  dying  Lord, 
And  felt  thy  Spirit's  power. 

4  Superior  to  my  foes  I  stood, 

Above  their  smile  or  frown: 

On  all  the  strangers  to  thy  blood, 

With  pitying  love  look  down. 

5  O  let  me  have  thy  presence  still! 

Set  as  a  flint  my  face, 
To  show  the  counsel  of  thy  will, 
Which  saves  a  world  by  grace. 

6  O  let  me  never  blush  to  own 

The  glorious  Gospel-word! 


402-403  PASTORAL. 

Which  saves  a  -world  through  faith  alone, 
Faith  in  a  dying  Lord. 

402.  The  Pastor's  wish.  L.  M« 

1  MY  brethren,  from  ray  heart  beloved, 

Whose  welfare  fills  my  daily  care, 
My  present  joy,  my  future  crown, 
The  word  of  exhortation  hear. 

2  Stand  fast  upon  the  solid  rock 

Of  the  Redeemer's  righteousness; 
Adorn  the  Gospel  with  your  lives, 
And  practise  what  your  lips  profess. 

3  Glory  in  his  clear  honored  name, 

To  him  inviolably  cleave; 
Your  all  he  purchased  by  his  blood, 
Nor  let  him  less  than  all  receive. 

4  Such  is  your  pastor's  faithful  charge, 

Whose  soul  desires  not  your's,  but  you: 
O  may  he,  at  the  Lord's  right  hand, 
Himself  and  all  his  people  view! 

403.  Minister's  Farcicell.  C.  M. 

1  WHEN  Paul  was  parted  from  his  friends* 

It  was  a  weeping  day; 
But  Jesus  made  them  all  amends, 
And  wiped  their  tears  away. 

2  In  heaven  they  meet  again  with  joyy 

Secure,  no  more  to  part, 
Where  praises  every  tongue  employ, 
And  pleasure  fills  each  heart. 

3  Thus  all  the  preachers  of  his  grace. 

Their  children,  soon  shall  meet. 


THE   CHRISTIAN.  404 

Together  see  their  Saviour's  face. 
And  worship  at  his  feet. 

4  But  they  who  heard  the  word  in  vain, 

Though  oft  and  plainly  warned. 
Will  tremble  when  they  meet  again 
The  ministers  they  scorned. 

5  On  your  own  heads  your  blood  will  fall, 

If  any  perish  here! 
The  preachers,  who  have  told  you  all. 
Shall  stand  approved  and  clear. 

6  Yet,  Lord,  to  save  themselves  alone. 

Is  not  their  utmost  view: 
O  hear  their  prayer,  thy  message  own, 
And  ;ave  their  hearers  too! 

The  Christian. 

404.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  HOW  happy  is  the  Christian's  state! 

His  sins  are  all  forgiven; 
A  cheering  ray  confirms  the  grace, 
And  lifts  his  hope  to  heaven. 

2  Though  in  the  rugged  path  of  life, 

He  heaves  the  pensive  sigh; 
Yet.  trusting  in  his  God,  he  finds 
Delivering  grace  is  nigh. 

3  If,  to  prevent  his  wand'ring  steps, 

He  feels  his  chast'ning  rod. 
The  gentle  stroke  shall  bring  him  back 
To  his  forgiving  God. 

4  And  when  the  welcome  message  comes 

To  call  his  soul  away. 


405-406  THE   CHRISTIAN. 

His  soul  (in  raptures)  shall  ascend 
To  everlasting  day. 

405.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  my  ear; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust! 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 

With  my  last  lab'ring  breath; 
And,  dying,  clasp  ihee  in  my  arras, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

406.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  O  LET  me  run  the  Christian  race 

With  diligence  and  speed! 
God's  word,  his  Spirit,  and  his  grace, 
Do  all  to  duty  lead. 

2  Did  Jesus  leave  the  realms  of  bliss, 

To  save  from  sin  and  hell? 


THE  CHRISTIAN.        407-408 

A  love  so  wonderful  as  this, 
Calls  for  a  glowing  zeal. 

3  Those  who  to  Christ  for  refuge  flee, 
Should  in  his  footsteps  tread; 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King,  should  be 
Both  trusted  and  obeyed. 

407.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Stennett. 

1  JESUS,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 
Thou  hast  redeemed  me  with  tby  blood; 
By  ties  both  natural  and  divine, 

I  am  and  ever  will  be  thine. 

2  But  ah,  should  my  inconstant  heart, 
Ere  I'm  aware,  from  thee  depart, 
What  dire  reproach  would  fall  on  me, 
For  such  ingratitude  to  thee! 

3  The  thought  I  dread,  the  crime  I  hate, 
The  guilt,  the  shame,  I  deprecate; 
And  yet  so  mighty  are  my  foes, 

I  dare  not  trust  my  warmest  vows. 

4  Pity  my  frailty,  dearest  Lord; 
Grace  in  the  needful  hour  afford; 
O  steel  this  tira'rous  heart  of  mine 
With  fortitude  and  love  divine. 

5  So  shall  I  triumph  o'er  my  fears, 
And  gather  joys  from  all  my  tears; 
So  shall  I  to  the  world  proclaim 
The  honors  of  the  Christian  name. 

403.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Dobell. 

1  WHILE  here  on  earth  I'm,  called  to  stay, 
I'll  praise  my  God  from  day  to  day: 
19 


409  THE  CHRISTIAN. 

Jesus  hath  washed  away  my  sin, 
And  made  my  soul  complete  in  him. 

2  When  I  am  brought  before  his  throne, 
I'll  sing  the  wonders  he  hath  done; 
And  join,  with  all  the  ransomed  race, 
To  praise  the  riches  of  his  grace. 

3  Through  all  eternity  I'll  view 
My  Jesus,  and  admire  him  too: 
Praise  shall  attune  my  warbling  tongue, 
And  grace,  free  grace,  be  all  my  song. 

409.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  DEAR  Refuge  of  the  weary  soul, 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise — 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal: 
Thy  word  affords  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  Hast  Thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sov'reign  Grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain? 

4  No! — still  the  ear  of  Jesus  Christ 

Attends  the  mourner's  prayer! 
O  may  I  ever  find  access 

To.  breathe  my  sorrows  there! 

5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  oprn  still, 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat; 
With  humble  trust  attend  thy  will, 
Aad  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 


THE   CHRISTIAN.         410-411 

410.  HYMN.     CM.  Steele. 

1  ALAS!  what  hourly  dangers  rise, 

What  snares  beset  my  way! 

To  heaven  oh  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears! 

3  O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid! 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail, 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

411.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 

The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood 
Applied,  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  vain  the  tempter  spread  his  wiles, 

The  world  no  more  could  charm; 
I  lived  upon  the  Saviour's  smiles, 
And  leaned  upon  his  arm. 


412-413         THE   CHRISTIAN. 

4  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 
And  saw  his  glory  shine; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

412.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  O  MIGHT  I  once  mount  up  and  see 

The  glories  of  th'  eternal  skies, 
What  little  things  these  worlds  would  be, 
How  despicable  to  my  eyes! 

2  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 

Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanish  soon; 
Vanish  as  though  I  saw  them  not, 
As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

3  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave, 

I  should  perceive  the  noise  no  more 
Than  we  can  hear  a  shaking  leaf, 

While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

4  Great  All  in  All,  eternal  King, 

Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  powers  shall  bow,  and  sing 
Thine  endless  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 

413.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Breicer, 

1  MY  Captain  sounds  the  alarm  of  war: 
"Awake — the  powrers  of  hell  are  near! 
To  arms!  to  arms!"  I  hear  him  cry; 

"  'Tis  yours  to  conquer  or  to  die." 

2  Roused  by  the  animating  sound, 
I  cast  my  eager  eyes  around; 
Make  haste  to  gird  my  armor  on, 
And  bid  each  trembling  fear  begone. 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  414 

3  Hope  is  my  helmet,  faith  my  shield, 
Thy  word,  my  God,  the  sword  I  wield; 
With  sacred  truth  my  loins  are  girt, 
And  holy  zeal  inspires  my  heart. 

4  Thus  armed,  I  venture  on  the  fight, 
Resolved  to  put  my  foes  to  flight; 
While  Jesus  kindly  deigns  to  spread 
His  conq'ring  banner  o'er  my  head. 

5  In  him  I  hope,  in  him  I  trust, 
His  bleeding  cross  is  all  my  boast; 
Through  troops  of  foes  he'll  lead  me  on 
To  vict'ry  and  the  victor's  crown. 

414.  Evening  twilight.  CM. 

1  I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumb'ring  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 


415^-416         THE   CHRISTIAN. 

Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

415.  My  soul  thirsteth  for  God.       L.  M. 

1  I  THIRST,  but  not  as  I  once  did, 

The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share: 
Thy  wounds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 
That  I  should  seek  my  pleasure  there. 

2  It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross 

First  weaned  my  soul  from  earthly  things, 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross, 
The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  thee, 

That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows. 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn,  like  me, 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle,  or  the  rose. 

4  Dear  fountain  of  delight  unknown, 

No  longer  sink  below  the  brim, 

But  overflow,  and  pour  me  down 

A  living  and  life-giving  stream! 

5  For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 

The  notice  of  thy  Father's  eye, 
None  proves  Ipss  grateful  to  his  care, 
Nor  yields  him  meaner  fruit  than  L 

416.  HYMN.     S.  M. 

1  THIS  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 

Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 
U  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 


MISSIONARY^  417 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

3  There  is  a  death  whose,  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath! 
O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death! 

4  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face* 
And  evermore  undone. 

iTIissionary, 

417.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  LORD,  when  we  cast  our  eyes  abroad* 

And  see,  on  heathen  altars  slain, 
Poor  helpless  babes,  for  sacrifice, 
To  purge  their  parents'  dismal  stain; 

2  We  can't  behold  such  horrid  deeds 

Without  a  groan  of  ardent  prayer; 
And  while  each  heart  in  anguish  bleeds, 
We  cry,  Lord,  send  thy  Gospel  there. 

3  For  them  we  pray,  for  them  we  wait, 

To  them  thy  great  salvation  show: 
The  harvest,  Lord,  is  truly  great, 
But  faithful  laborers  are  lew. 

4  Oh  send  nut  preachers,  gracious  Lord, 

Among  that  daik,  bewildered  race; 
Open  their  eyes,  and  bless  thy  word, 
And  call  them  by  thy  sov'reign  grace. 

5  Then  shall  they  shout  thy  honored  name. 

And  sound  thy  matchless  name  abroad; 


418-419  MISSIONARY. 

And  we  will  join  them  in  the  theme, 
Salvation  to  our  risen  God. 

418.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  GREAT  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  Gospel  to  mankind, 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  thy  mind! 

3  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  every  tribe,  and  every  soul, 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound? 

4  When  shall  th'  untutored  heathen  tribes, 

A  dark,  bewildered  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  Immanuel's  feet, 
And  learn  and  feel  his  grace? 

5  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  Gospel's  rays; 
And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne, 
The  temples  of  thy  praise. 

419.  HYMN.     S.  M. 
1  YE  messengers  of  Christ, 

His  sov'reign  voice  obey; 
Arise  and  follow  where  he  leads, 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

S  Go,  spread  the  Saviour's  fame, 
And  tell  his  matchless  grace 


MISSIONARY.  420 

To  the  most  guilty  and  depraved 
Of  Adam's  numerous  race. 

3  We  wish  you  in  his  name 

The  most  divine  success, 
Assured  that  He  who  sends  you  forth, 
Will  your  endeavors  bless. 

4  [When  you  from  us  depart, 

To  cross  the  boist'rous  main, 
We  then  will  bear  you  on  our  hearts, 
And  hope  to  meet  again.] 

420.  HYMN.    C.  31. 

1  GO,  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim, 

Ye  messengers  of  God; 
Go,  publish  through  Immanuel's  name, 
Salvation  bought  with  blood. 

2  What  though  your  arduous  track  may  lie 

Through  regions  dark  as  death? 
What  though,  your  faith  and  zeal  to  try, 
Perils  beset  your  path? 

3  Yet  with  determined  courage  go, 

And,  armed  with  power  divine, 
Your  God  will  needful  aid  bestow, 
And  on  your  labors  shine. 

4  He  who  has  called  you  to  the  wTar, 

Will  recompense  your  pains: 
Before  Messiah's  conq'ring  car, 
Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains. 

5  Shrink  not,  though  earth  and  hell  oppose, 

But  plead  your  Master's  cause; 
Nor  doubt  that  even  your  mighty  foes 
Shall  bow  before  his  cross. 


421 


MISSIONARY. 


421.  HYMN.    7s&6s.  Heber. 

1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  ninny  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  lo  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile! 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown; 
The  heal  hen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone! 

3  Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high- 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation!  O  Salvation! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name! 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story; 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole! 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign! 


MISSIONARY.  422-423 

422.  Missionary  Associations.        L.  M. 

1  ASSEMBLED  at  thy  great  command, 
Before  thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand! 
The  voice  that  marshalled  every  star, 
Has  called  thy  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet,  through  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth,  for  which  the  martyrs  bled; 
Along  the  line,  to  either  pole, 

The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  First  bow  our  hearts  beneath  thy  sway; 
Then  give  thy  growing  empire  way, 
O'er  wastes  of  sin,  o'er  fields  of  blood, 
Till  all  mankind  shall  be  subdued. 

4  Our  prayers  assist,  accept  our  praise, 
Our  hopes  revive,  our  courage  raise, 
Our  counsels  aid.  and  oh  impart 
The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart! 

5  Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come; 
Recall  the  wand'ring  spirit  home; 

From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound, 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

423.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  O  THOU  who,  from  thy  glorious  throne, 

Hast  sent  thy  servants  to  proclaim 
Salvation  to  a  world  undone, 

And  sound  thro'  all  the  earth  thy  name, 

2  Succeed  their  efforts,  who  invite 

The  wand'ring,  wretched  outcasts  home; 
And  let  thy  sov'reign  Spirit's  might 
Compel  the  heathen  world  to  come* 


424  TDIE   AND 

3  From  Afric's  burning,  arid  sands, 

And  Asia's  mild,  resplendent  sky, 

Let  converts,  from  the  heathen  lands, 

As  doves  unto  their  windows  fly. 

4  With  Europe  may  they  join  to  bless 

The  Saviour's  name,  his  praise  prolong; 
And  islands  of  the  Southern  seas 
Join  with  America  the  song. 

Time  and  Eternity. 

424.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Waits. 

1  LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
O  hasten,  sinner,  to  return! 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given, 
To  'scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie; 

Their  memory  and  their  sense  are  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  are  lost, 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun.] 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue, 
Since  no  device  or  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 


ETERNITY.  425-426 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

425.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Steele. 

1  ETERNITY  is  just  at  hand, 
And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand, 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  thro,w  my  inch  of  time  away? 

2  Eternity — tremendous  sound! 

To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound! 
But  oh,  if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mine, 
How  sweet  the  accents!  how  divine! 

3  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care, 
My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  prayer, 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood, 

My  pardon  sealed,  and  peace  with  God! 

4  But  should  my  brightest  hopes  be  vain. 
(The  rising  doubt,  how  sharp  its  pain!) 
My  fears,  O  gracious  God,  remove! 
Confirm  my  title  to  thy  love. 

5  Search,  Lord,  O  search  my  inmost  heart, 
And  light,  and  hope,  and  joy  impart! 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free, 

And  guide  me  safe  to  heaven  and  thee. 

426.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  ETERNITY!  stupendous  theme! 

•    Compared  herewith,  our  life's  a  dream! 
Eternity!  O  awful  sound!  [ed!" 

"A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown- 


427  TIME  AND 

2  Yes,  an  eternity  there  is 

Of  dreadful  wo,  of  joyful  bliss! 
And  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round, 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

3  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind! 
They're  gone — but  where?  ah,  stop  and 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity!  [see; 

4  And  is  eternity  so  near? 

And  must  we  very  soon  be  there? 
Sinner,  ah  whither  wilt  thou  flee, 
Or  how  avoid  eternity? 

5  Canst  thou  for  ever  bear  to  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  depths  of  hell? 
And  is  death  nothing  then  to  thee, 
Death,  and  a  dread  eternity? 

427.  HYMN.     S.  M.       Stoningtot 

1  NOW  we  expect  a  day 

Still  brighter  far  than  this, 
When  death  shall  bear  our  souls  away 
To  realms  of  light  and  bliss! 

2  There,  rapturous  scenes  of  joy 

Shall  burst  upon  our  sight; 
And  every  pain,  and  tear,  and  sigh, 
Be  drowned  in  endless  light. 

3  Beneath  thy  balmy  wing, 

O  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Our  happy  souls  shall  sit  and  sing 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace! 

4  Nor  shall  that  radiant  day, 

So  joyfully  begun, 


ETERNITY.  428-429 

In  evening  shadows  die  away, 
Beneath  the  setting  sun. 

5  How  various  and  how  new 
Are  thy  compassions,  Lord! 
Eternity  thy  love  shall  show, 
And  all  thy  truth  record. 

428.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Blendon. 

1  GOD  of  eternity,  from  thee 

Did  infant  Time  his  heing  draw: 
Moments,  and  days,  and  months,  and  years, 
Revolve  hy  thine  unvaried  law. 

2  Silent  and  slow  they  glide  away, 

Steady  and  strong  the  current  flows, 
Lost  in  eternity's  wide  sea, 

The  boundless  gulf  from  whence  it  rose. 

3  With  it  the  thoughtless  sons  of  men, 

Before  the  rapid  streams,  are  borne 
On  to  the  everlasting  home, 

Whence  not  one  soul  can  e'er  return. 

4  Yet  while  the  shore  on  either  side 

Presents  a  gaudy,  flattering  show, 
We  gaze,  in  fond  amazement  lost, 
Nor  think  to  what  a  world  we  go! 

5  Great  Source  of  wisdom,  teach  my  heart 

To  know  the  price  of  every  hour! 

That  Time  may  bear  me  on  to  joys 

Beyond  its  measure  and  its  power. 

429.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  AT  every  motion  of  our  breath, 
Life  trembles  on  the  brink  of  death; 


430  DEATH. 

A  taper's  flame  that  upward  turns, 
While  downward  to  the  dust  it  burns. 

2  A  moment  ushered  us  to  birth, 
Heirs  of  the  commonwealth  of  earth: 
Moment  by  moment  years  are  past, 
And  one  ere  long  will  be  our  last. 

3  'Twixt  that  long  fled,  which  gave  us  light, 
And  that  which  soon  shall  end  in  night, 
There  is  a  point  no  eye  can  see, 
Yet  on  it  hangs  eternity! 

4  Time  past,  and  time  to  come,  are  not; 
Time  present  is  our  only  lot! 
O  God,  henceforth  our  hearts  incline 
To  seek  no  other  love  than  thine! 

Death. 

430.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  WHY  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die? 

What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 


DEATH.  431-432 

While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there! 

431.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Watts. 

1  HOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life! 

How  vast  our  soul's  affairs! 
Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 

Without  a  moment's  stay; 
Just  like  a  story  or  a  song, 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 

But  we  mareh  heedless  on; 
And  ever  hast'ning  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downwards  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell, 

That  slight  the  joys  above! 
What  chains  of  vengeance  should  we  feel, 

That  break  such  cords  of  love! 
6  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  sov'reign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 

And  see  salvation  nigh! 

432.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  DEATH  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid, 

If  God  be  with  us  there; 
We  may  walk  through  its  darkest  shade, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below. 

If  my  Creator  bid; 
20 


433-434  DEATH. 

And  run,  if  I  were  called  to  go, 
And  die  as  Moses  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pisgah's  top, 

And  view  the  promised  land, 

My  flesh  itself  would  long  to  drop, 

And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clasped  in  my  heavenly  Father's  arms 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lose  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  so  divine  a  death. 

433.  HYMN.     CM. 

1  DEATH,  'tis  a  melancholy  day 

To  those  that  have  no  God! 
When  the  poor  soul  is  forced  away 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heaven  she  lifts  her  eyes; 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skies 
To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  He  is  a  God  of  sov'reign  love, 

That  promised  heaven  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above, 
Where- happy  spirits  be. 

4  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand; 

Then  come  the  joyful  day; 
Come,  Death,  and  some  celestial  band. 
To  bear  my  soul  away. 

434.  HYMN.     S.  M. 
1  AND  must  this  body  die, 

This  mortal  frame  decay? 


DEATH.  435 

And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ringin  the  clay? 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  often  from  the  skies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine; 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love! 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

5  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

435.  HYMN.     L.  M. 

1  DO  flesh  and  nature  dread  to  die, 

And  tim'rous  thoughts  our  minds  enslave? 
Yet  Grace  can  raise.our  hopes  on  high, 
And  quell  the  terrors  of  the  grave. 

2  What! — shall  we  run  to  gain  the  crown, 

Yet  grieve  to  think  the  end  so  near? 
Afraid  to  have  our  labors  done, 
And  finish  this  important  war? 

3  Do  we  not  dwell  in  clouds  below, 

And  little  knowT  the  God  we  love? 
Why  should  we  like  this  twilight  so, 
When  'tis  all  noon  in  worlds  above? 


436  DEATH. 

4  There  shall  we  see  Him  face  to  face, 

There  shall  we  know  the  great  Unknown 
And  Jesus,  with  his  glorious  grace, 
Shines  in  full  light  amidst  the  throne! 
6  No  more  shall  pride  or  passion  rise, 
Or  envy  fret,  or  malice  roar, 
Or  sorrow  mourn,  with  downcast  eyes; 
And  sin  defile  our  souls  no  more. 
6  O  for  a  visit  from  my  God, 

To  drive  my  fears  of  death  away, 
And  help  me  through  this  darksome  road, 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day! 

436.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  MY  Father  calls  me  to  his  arms, 

And  willingly  I  go; 
With  cheerfulness  I  bid  farewell 
To  every  thing  below. 

2  My  tender  parents,  kind  and  dear, 

I  bid  farewell  to  you, 
Though  nature  feels,  and  I  can  find 
'Tis  hard  to  say  adieu. 

3  My  friends  and  kindred  love  me  much, 

Ye  hold  me  near  your  heart; 
And  still  I  feel  that  I  can  love, 
And  find  it  hard  to  part. 

4  Ye  brothers,  sisters,  me  you  love, 

And  love  I  also  feel; 
I  see  your  tender  passions  move, 
Your  grief  you  can't  conceal. 

5  But  do  not  weep  or  grieve  for  me; 

You  know  I  must  go  home.' 


DEATH.  437 

I  was  upon  a  visit  here, 

And  now  I  must  return. 
6  [Farewell,  thou  world,  with  all  thy  toys; 

For  thou  hast  been  to  me 
A  world  of  transitory  joys, 

Of  sin  and  vanity.] 
Now  I  rejoice  to  leave  this  world 

Of  sorrow,  sin,  and  pain: 
I  know  I'm  washed  in  Jesus'  blood, 

And  shall  a  crown  obtain. 
8  I'm  going  to  my  heavenly  Friend, 

My  Jesus  and  my  all; 
He  calls  to  take  me  to  his  arms; 

I  will  obey  the  call. 

437.  Tolling  Bell  L.  M, 

1  OFT  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll, 
Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul, 
Let  each  one  ask  himself,  "Am  I 
Prepared,  should  I  be  called  to  die?" 

2  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 
Preserves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death; 
Soon  as  it  fails,  at  once  I'm  gone. 
And  plunged  into  a  world  unknown. 

3  Then  leaving  all  I  loved  below, 
To  God's  tribunal  I  must  go, 

Must  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  fate, 
And  fix  my  everlasting  state. 

4  Lord  Jesus,  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  seek  my  hope  alone  in  thee; 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  Spirit  give, 
Subdue  my  sin,  and  let  me  live. 


438  DEATH. 

5  Then  when  the  solemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  saved  from  guilt,  I  need  not  fear; 
Nor  would  the  thought  distressing  be, 
Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me! 

438.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  WHY  do  we  mourn  for  dying  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus'  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move? 
Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  Love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 
There  once  the  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  Jong  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest, 

And  softened  every  bed: 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  Head? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way: 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

<G  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound. 
And  bid  our  kindred  rise: 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground; 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 


DEATH.  439-440 

439.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  PEACE!— 'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand 

That  blasts  our  joys  in  death; 

Changes  the  visage  once  so  dear. 

And  gathers  back  our  breath. 

2  'Tis  he,  the  Potentate  supreme 

Of  all  the  worlds  above. 
Whose  sleady  counsels  wisely  rule, 
Nor  from  their  purpose  move. 

3  'Tishe,  whose  justice  might  demand 

Our  souls  a  sacrilice; 
Yet  scatters  with  unwearied  hand, 
A  thousand  rich  supplies. 

4  Our  gracious  God  and  Father,  he, 

(In  Christ  our  bleeding  Lord,) 
Whose  grace  can  heal  the  bursting  heart 
W^ith  one  reviving  word. 

.5  Silent  we  own  Jehovah's  name, 
We  kiss  his  scourging  hand, 
And  yield  our  comforts  and  our  life 
To  his  supreme  command. 

Judgment. 

440.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  HE  comes!  He  comes!  the  Judge  severe! 
The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  near! 
The  lightnings  flash,  the  thunders  roll! 
He's  welcome  to  the  faithful  soul. 

2  From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound, 
See  the  almighty  Jesus  crowned, 


441  JUDGMENT. 

Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 
3  Shout,  all  ye  armies  of  the  sky, 
And  all  ye  saints  of  God  most  high! 
Jesus,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns. 

441.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  sov'reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "Depart!" 

3  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love! 

4  The  thunder  of  that  awful  word 

Would  so  torment  my  ear! 
'Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear! 

5  What! — to  be  banished  from  my  Lord, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die? 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
And  death  for  ever  fly? 

6  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast; 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee,  . 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 


JUDGMENT.  442-443 

442.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  THE  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away! 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day? 

2  When,  shriv'ling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll; 
When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead, 

3  Oh!  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  Thou  the  trembling  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 

443.  HYMN.     CM.  Fulton, 

1  ARISE  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair! 

Behold,  thy  Light  is  come! 
Thy  glorious,  conq'ring  King  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home! 
The  trumpet  sounding  through  the  sky, 

To  set  poor  captives  free! 
The  day  of  wonder  now  is  nigh, 

The  year  of  Jubilee, 

2  Ye  heralds,  blow  your  trumpets  loud, 

The  earth  must  know  her  doom; 
Go,  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pole, 

Behold,  the  Judge  is  come! 
Blow  out  the  sun,  burn  up  the  earth, 

Consume  the  rolling  flood, 
Bid  every  star  to  disappear, 

And  turn  the  moon  to  blood! 

3  Arise,  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Before  the  Judge  appear! 


444-445  JUDGMENT. 

All  tongues  and  languages  shall  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear! 
King  Jesus  on  his  dazzling  throne, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round, 
And  Gabriel,  with  a  silver  trump, 

Echoes  the  awful  sound. 
4  The  glorious  news  of  Gospel  grace 

To  sinners  now  is  o'er: 
The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still, 

And  to  be  heard  no  more! 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls, 

And  with  their  (locks  above, 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  they  sing, 

And  shout  redeeming  love! 

444.  HYMN.     S.  M. 

1  I  SAW,  beyond  the  tomb, 

The  awful  Judge  appear, 
Prepared  to  scan  with  strict  account, 
The  blessings  wasted  here! 

2  His  wrath,  like  flaming  fire, 

In  hell  for  ever  burns; 
And  from  that  hopeless  world  of  wo, 
No  fugitive  returns. 

3  Soon  will  the  harvest  close, 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er: 
Oh.  sinner,  then  your  injured  God 
Will  heed  your  cries  no  more! 

445.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  BEFORE  the  great  Jehovah's  bar, 
Soon  must  assembled  worlds  appear, 
And  every  deed,  and  word,  and  thought, 
Shall  into  judgment  then  be  brought. 


JUDGMENT.  446 

2  Then  all  shall  hear  their  righteous  doom 
Of  wrath,  or  endless  joys,  to  come; 
And  each  receive  his  just  reward 

Of  bliss,  or  vengeance,  from  the  Lord. . 

3  Dear  Lord,  it  was  thy  highest  joy- 
To  save  where  sin  did  once  destroy! 
While  thund'ring  vengeance  rolls  above, 
We  trust  in  thy  redeeming  love. 

4  Hail,  God  of  unexampled  grace, 

All  heaven  shall  sound  thine  endless  praise! 
High  glories  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
Who  death  by  his  own  death  o'ercame! 

446.  The  final  sentence.  S.  M. 

1  AND  will  the  Judge  descend? 

And  must  the  dead  arise? 

And  not  a  single  soul  escape 

His  all-discerning  eyes? 

2  And  from  his  righteous  lips 

Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound, 
(And  through  the  nunvrous  guilty  throng, 
Spread  black  despair  around,) 

3  "Depart  from  me,  accursed, 

To  everlasting  flame, 
For  rebel  angels  first  prepared, 
Where  mercy  never  came!" 

4  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  (before  his  face) 
Astonished  shrink  away? 

5  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead — 


447-448  JUDGMENT. 

Hark,  from  the  Gospel's  cheering  sound, 

What  joyful  tidings  spread! 
6  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 

And  find  salvation  there. 

447.  HYMN.    P.  M. 

1  DAY  of  Judgment,  day  of  wonders; 

Hark,  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  ten  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  whole  creation  round! 
How  the  summons,  how  the  summons, 

Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound! 

2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say  this  God  is  mine! 
Gracious  Saviour,  gracious  Saviour, 

Own  me  in  that  day  of  thine. 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea; 
All  the  powers  of  nature  shaken 

By  his  look,  prepared  to  flee! 
Careless  sinner,  careless  sinner, 

What  will  then  become  of  thee? 

Heaven. 

448.  A  sight  of  heaven  in  sickness.     C.  M. 
1  OFT  have  I  sat  in  secret  sighs, 

To  feel  my  flesh  decay; 
Then  groaned  aloud,  with  frighted  eyes, 
To  view  the  tottering  clay. 


HEAVEN*  449 

2  But  I  forbid  my  sorrows  now, 

Nor  dares  the  flesh  complain; 
Diseases  bring  their  profits  too, 
The  joy  o'ercomes  the  pain. 

3  My  cheerful  soul  now  all  the  day 

Sits  waiting  here  and  sings; 
Looks  through  the  ruins  of  her  clay, 
And  practises  her  wings. 

4  Faith  almost  changes  into  sight, 

While  from  afar  she  spies 
Her  fair  inheritance  in  light, 
Above  created  skies. 

5  Had  but  the  prison  walls  been  strong 

And  firm,  without  a  flaw, 
In  darkness  she  had  dwelt  too  long, 
And  less  of  glory  saw; 

6  But  now  the  everlasting  hills 

Through  every  chink  appear; 
And  something  of  the  joy  she  feels* 
While  she's  a  prisoner  here. 

449.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  THERE  is  a  world  we  have  not  seen* 

That  Time  shall  never  dare  destroy, 
Where  mortal  footsteps  hath  not  bqen, 
Nor  ear  has  caught  its  sounds  of  joy. 

2  There  is  a  region  lovelier  far 

Than  sages  tell  or  poets  sing; 
Brighter  than  summer's  beauties  are, 
And  softer  than  the  tints  of  spring. 

3  There  is  a  world — and  oh  how  blest! 

Fairer  than  prophets  ever  told; 


450  HEAVEN. 

And  never  did  an  angel  guest, 
One-half  its  blessedness  unfold, 

4  It  is  all  holy  and  serene, 

The  land  of  glory  and  repose; 
And  there,  to  dim  the  radiant  scene, 
The  tear  of  sorrow  never  flows. 

5  It  is  not  fanned  by  summer's  gale, 

'Tis  not  refreshed  by  vernal  showers; 
It  never  needs  the  moon-beam  pale, 
For  there  are  known  no  evening  hours, 

6  No! — for  this  world  is  ever  bright 

With  a  pure  radiance  all  its  own! 
The  streams  of  uncreated  light 

Flow  round  it  from  th'  eternal  throne! 

450.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  HEAV'N  is  the  land  where  troubles  cease, 

Where  toils  and  tears  are  o'er; 

The  sunny  clime  of  rest  and  peace, 

Where  cares  distract  no  more. 

2  Heaven  is  the  home  where  spirits  dwell, 

Who  wandered  here  awhile; 
And,  "seeing  things  invisible," 
Departed  with  a  smile. 

3  Heaven  is  the  place  where  Jesus  lives, 

To  plead  his  dying  blood; 
While  to  his  prayers  the  Father  gives 
An  unknown  multitude. 

4  Heaven  is  the  temple  whither  prayer 

From  saints  on  earth  ascends; 
The  dwelling  of  the  Spirit,  whence 
His  influence  descends. 


HEAVEN. 


451 


5  Heaven  is  the  dwelling-place  of  Joy, 
The  home  of  Light  and  Love, 
Where  Faith  and  Hope  in  rapture  die! 
There's  perfect  bliss  above. 

451.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There,  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never  withering  flowers! 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  our's. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


452-453 


HEAVEN. 


452,  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  O  THE  delights,  Ihe  heavenly  joys, 

The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace! 

2  Sweet  majesty  and  awful  love 

Sit  smiling  on  his  brow; 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above, 
At  humble  distance  bow. 

3  This  is  the  Lord,  th'  ascended  Lord, 

Whom  we  (unseen)  adore; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
Our  heart  shall  love  him  more. 

4  Lord,  now  our  souls  are  all  on  fire 

To  see  thy  blest  abode; 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praise 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

5  And  whilst  our  faith  enjoys  this  sight, 

We  long  to  leave  our  clay, 
And  wish  thy  fiery  chariots,  Lord, 
To  bear  our  souls  away. 

453.  HYMN.    C.  M, 

1  GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 

Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above, — how  great  their  joys> 
How  bright  their  glories  be! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below. 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now. 

With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 


HELL.  454 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came; 
They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 
•i  They  mark  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 
(His  zeal  inspired  their  breast,) 
And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 
As  his  bright  pattern  given; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

Hell. 

454.  HYMN.    CM.  Eyland. 

1  LORD,  when  I  read  the  traitor's  doom, 

To  "his  own  place"  consigned, 
What  holy  fear  and  humble  hope, 
Alternate  fill  my  mind! 

2  Traitor  to  Thee  I  too  have  been, 

But  saved  by  matchless  grace! 
Or  else  the  lowest,  hottest  hell, 
Had  surely  been  my  place. 

3  Thither  I  was  by  law  adjudged, 

And  thitherward  rushed  on; 
And  there,  in  my  eternal  doom, 
Thy  justice  might  have  shone. 

4  But  lo,  (what  wond'rous,  matchless  love!) 

I  call  a  place  my  own, 
On  earth,  within  the  Gospel  sound, 
And  at  thy  gracious  throne. 
21 


455-456  hell. 

5  A  place  is  mine  among  the  saints, 

A  place  at  Jesus'  feet; 
And  I  expect  in  heaven  a  place, 
Where  saints  and  angels  meet. 

6  Blest  Lamb  of  God,  thy  sov'reign  grace 

To  all  around  I'll  tell, 
Which  made  a  place  in  glory  mine, 
Whose  just  desert  was  hell. 

455.  HYMN.     CM. 

1  FAR  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day, 

Those  gloomy  regions  lie, 
Where  flames  amid  the  darkness  play! 
The  worm  shall  never  die. 

2  The  breath  of  God — his  angry  breath- 

Supplies  and  fans  the  fire! 
Then  sinners  taste  the  second  death, 
And  would,  but  can't,  expire! 

3  Conscience,  the  never  dying  worm, 

With  torture  gnaws  the  heart; 
And  wo  and  wrath,  in  every  form, 
Is  now  the  sinner's  part. 

4  Sad  world  indeed!    Ah,  who  can  bear 

For  ever  there  to  dwell, 
For  ever  sinking  in  despair, 
In  all  the  pains  of  hell? 

456.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  HOW  great,  how  terrible  that  God, 
Who  shakes  creation  with  his  nod! 
He  frowns; — earth,  sea,  all  nature's  frame, 
Sink  in  one  universal  flame! 


HELL.  457 

Where  now,  O  where,  shall  sinners  seek 
For  shelter  in  the  general  wreck? 
Shall  falling  rocks  be  o'er  them  thrown? 
See,  rocks,  like  snow,  dissolving  down! 
In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry; 
In  lakes  of  liquid  fire  they  lie! 
There,  on  the  flaming  billows  tost, 
For  ever — O  for  ever — lost! 
But  saints,  undaunted  and  serene, 
With  calmness  view  the  dreadful  scene: 
Their  Saviour  lives,  the  worlds  expire, 
And  earth  and  skies  dissolve  in  fire. 
Jesus,  the  helpless  creatures'  friend, 
To  thee  my  all  I  dare  commend; 
Thou  canst  preserve  my  feeble  soul, 
When  lightnings  blaze  from  pole  to  pole- 

457.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

MY  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll, 

Damnation  and  the  dead: 
What  horrors  seize  the  guilty  soul 

Upon  a  dying  bed! 
Ling'ring  about  these  mortal  shores, 

She  makes  a  long  delay, 
Till  like  a  flood,  with  rapid  force, 

Death  sweeps  the  wretch  away. 
Then,  swift  and  dreadful,  she  descends 

Down  to  the  fiery  coast, 
Amongst  abominable  fiends, 

Herself  a  frightful  ghost. 
There,  endless  crowds  of  sinners  lie, 

And  darkness  makes  their  chains; 


45S-459         dismissions. 

Tortured  with  keen  despair,  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguish  and  their  blood, 

For  their  past  guilt  atones; 
Nor  the  compassion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 

Nor  bade  my  soul  remove, 
Till  I  had  learned  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  insured  his  love! 

Dismissions. 

458.  HYMN.     S.  M. 

1  ONCE  more,  before  we  part, 

We'll  bless  the  Saviour's  name; 
Record  his  mercies,  every  heart, 
Sing,  every  tongue,  the  same. 

2  Hoard  up  his  sacred  word. 

And  feed  thereon,  and  grow; 
Go  on  and  seek  to  know  the  Lord, 
And  practice  what  you  know. 

3  And  if  we  meet  no  more 

On  Zion's  earthly  ground, 
O  may  we  reach  that  blissful  state 
Where  all  thy  saints  are  bound! 

459.  HYMN.     L.  M.  Ha 

1  DISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord; 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive; 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 


dismissions.  460  461 

5  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood; 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

460.  At  Parting.  C.  M« 

[  LORD,  when  together  here  we  meet, 

And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace, 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweety 

We're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 
1  But.  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will 

That  we  must  part  again, 
O  may  thy  special  presence  still 

With  every  one  remain! 
3  And  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 

(Bound  with  the  cords  of  love,) 
Till  we,  before  thy  glorious  throne, 

Shall  joyful  meet  above. 
All  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart 

Shall  then  for  ever  fly; 
Nor  shall  a  thought  that  we  must  part/ 

Once  interrupt  our  joy. 

461.  HYMN.     8s,  7s  &  4s. 

1  LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace: 

O  refresh  us, 
Travelling  through  this  wildern 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

ffor  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound: 


462-,63-,G4-,65  doxology. 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation, 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound: 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 
3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wina;s  to  heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumb'rous  clay, 

May  we  ready 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day. 

Doxology. 

462.  L.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 

463.  L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

464.  C.  M. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 
Who  calls  our  souls  from  death; 

Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  Word, 
And  new-creating  Breath. 

465.  C.  M. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  be  adored, 


PRAYER   MEETING.      466-467 

Where  there  are  works  to  make  him 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord,     [known, 

466.  S.  M. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 

And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 

And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

Prayer  Meeting. 

467.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Newton; 

1  APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

Willi  this  I  venture  nigh: 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  prest, 
By  war  without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  Thou  my  shield  and(hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  "Thou  hast  died." 

5  O  wond'rous  love,  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name! 


468-469      PRAYER   MEETING. 

468.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Hart. 

1  PRAYER  was  appointed  to  convey 

The  blessings  God  designs  to  give: 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 

2  The  Christian's  heart  his  prayer  indites, 

He  speaks  as  prompted  from  within; 
The  Spirit  his  petition  writes, 

And  Christ  receives  and  gives  it  in. 

3  And  wilt  thou  in  dead  silence  lie, 

When  Christ  stands  waiting  for  thy  pray 'r? 
My  soul,  thou  hast  a  Friend  on  high; 
Arise  and  try  thy  interest  there. 

4  If  pains  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress; 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay; 
If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 

The  remedy's  before  thee — Pray! 

5  Depend  on  Christ — thou  canst  not  fail; 

Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known? 
Fear  not — His  merits  must  prevail! 
Ask  what  thou  wilt,  it  shall  be  done. 

469.  HYMN.     S.  M. 

1  COME,  praying  souls,  rejoice, 

And  bless  your  Father's  name; 
Joyful  to  him  lift  up  your  voice, 
And  all  his  love  proclaim. 

2  Your  mournful  cry  he  hears, 

He  marks  your  feeblest  groan, 
Supplies  your  wants,  dispels  your  fears,, 
And  makes  his  mercy  known. 


PRAYER   MEETING.  470 

3  To  all  his  praying  saints 

He  ever  will  attend; 
And  to  their  sorrows  and  complaints, 
Will  timely  succor  send. 

4  Then  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  has  not  turned  away 
His  mercy,  nor  his  precious  word, 
From  those  who  love  to  pray. 

470.  Exhortation  to  Prayer.        L.  M. 

1  WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat! 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there! 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkest  cloud  withdraw: 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words?  ah,  think  again; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplications  sent, 

Your  cheerful  songs  should  oftener  be, 
"Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 


^ 


471-472      PKAYER   MEETING, 

471.  God  sought  in  his  house.        C.  M.r 

1  AGAIN  our  earthly  cares  we  leave, 

And  to  thy  courts  repair; 
Again  with  joyful  feet  we  come 
To  meet  our  Saviour  here. 

2  Great  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  here 

Thy  presence  now  display; 
We  kneel  within  thy  house  of  prayer; 
O  give  us  hearts  to  pray! 

3  The  clouds  which  veil  thee  from  our  sight, 

In  pity,  Lord,  remove; 
Dispose  our  minds  to  hear  aright 
The  message  of  thy  love. 

4  Help  us,  with  holy  fear  and  joy, 

To  kneel  before  thy  face; 
And  make  us,  creatures  of  thy  power, 
The  children  of  thy  grace. 

472.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  LORD,  in  thy  courts  we  now  appear, 

And  bow  before  thy  throne: 
Before  our  lips  begin  to  move, 
Our  wants  to  Thee  are  known. 

2  Thou  knowest  the  language  of  the  heart, 

The  meaning  of  a  sigh: 
Dear  Father,  hear  our  humble  prayer, 
And  bring  thy  blessings  nigh. 

3  Few  be  our  words,  and  short  our  prayers, 

While  we  together  meet: 

Short  duties  keep  religion  up, 

And  make  devotion  sweet. 


PRAYER   MEETING.      473-474 

473.  HYMN.    S.  M.  Rippon. 

1  UNTO  thine  altar,  Lord, 

A  broken  heart  1  bring; 
And  wilt  thou  graciously  accept 
Of  such  a  worthless  thing? 

2  To  Christ,  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

My  faith  directs  its  eyes: 
Thou  mayest  reject  that  worthless  thing, 
But  not  his  sacrifice. 

3  When  he  gave  up  the  ghost, 

The  Law  was  satisfied; 
And  now,  to  its  most  righteous  claims, 
I  answer,  "Jesus  died." 


474.  HYMN.     CM. 

1  PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech, 

That  infant  lips  can  try; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death, 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 


475-476      PRAYER   MEETING. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "Behold,  he  prays!" 

6  Nor  prayer  is  made  on  earth  alone; 

The  Holy  Spirit  pleads; 
And  Jesus,  on  th!  eternal  throne, 
For  sinners  intercedes. 

475.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  ETERNAL  Spirit,  mighty  Lord, 

Jehovah  is  thy  name! 
Thy  glories  here  will  we  record, 
And  sing  thy  wond'rous  fame. 

2  'Twas  thy  almighty  power  and  love 

Which  called  our  souls  from  death; 
O  raise  our  hearts  to  thee  above, 
In  praise,  while  We  have  breath. 

3  Our  faint  attempts.  Lord,  kindly  own. 

And  for  us  intercede; 
Hear  every  sigh  and  every  groan, 
Which  from  our  hearts  proceed. 

4  View  every  pained,  throbbing  heart, 

That  would  but  cannot  pray; 
Thy  gracious  liberty  impart, 
To  teach  them  what  to  say. 

476.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  DEAR  Saviour,  let  thy  gracious  eye 
In  pity  now  look  down, 
While  unto  thee  for  help  we  cry. 
And  all  our  vileness  own. 


PRAYER   MEETING.  477 

2  Often  beset  with  shame  or  fear, 

When  we  attempt  to  pray, 
Or  such  confusion  interfere, 
We  scarce  know  what  to  say. 

3  Darkness  and  hardness,  guilt  and  pride, 

And  Satan's  craft  and  rage, 
Make  us  our  sinful  faces  hide, 
And  often  fear  t'  engage. 

4  Lord,  let  thy  mighty  power  and  love 

Upon  us  be  displayed; 
O  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
And  grant  us  timely  aid! 

5  Still,  Lord,  uphold  us  in  thy  strength, 

And  we'll  go  on  in  prayer, 
Till  we  arrive  in  heaven  at  length,' 
To  praise  our  Saviour  there. 

477.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  PRAYER  is  the  work  the  Lord  commands, 

And  owns  and  honors  too; 
To  Him  we  lift  our  hearts  and  hands; 
And  worship  is  his  due. 

2  Nor  shall  our  labors  be  in  vain, 

In  Christ  our  loving  Lord, 
Who  will  our  faith  and  hope  maintain, 
According  to  his  word. 

3  Wait  on  him  then,  each  praying  soul, 

And  humbly  trust  his  grace; 
The  happy  end  will  crown  the  whole, 
For  you  shall  see  his  face. 

4  There,  to  eternity  you'll  sing, 

In  raptures  all  divine, 


478-479        PRAYEE   MEETING. 

The  boundless  glories  of  our  King, 
And  like  him  ever  shine. 

478.  HYMN.     S.  M. 

1  DEAR  Lord,  attend  our  prayer, 

And  all  our  wants  relieve; 
Come  to  our  hearts,  and  dwell  thou  there. 
That  thou  in  us  mayest  live. 

2  In  weakness  we  draw  nigh 

Unto  the  throne  of  grace; 
Answer  a  sinner's  mournful  cry, 
And  fill  us  with  thy  peace. 

3  Thou  knowest  every  guest; 

For  liberty  we  groan; 
We  sigh  in  thee,  our  Lord,  to  rest; 
And  worship  thee  alone. 

4  If  trials  vex  our  mind, 

Close  to  thy  wounds  we'll  flee; 
No  refuge  may  we  elsewhere  find, 
But  what  we  find  in  thee. 

5  To  thee  we  come,  our  Friend, 

As  sinners  poor  indeed; 
On  thee  for  future  grace  depend, 
Our  help  in  every  need. 

479.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  WITHIN  these  doors  assembled  now, 

We  wait  thy  blessing,  Lord; 
Appear  within  the  midst,  we  pray, 
According  to  thy  word. 

2  May  some  sweet  promise  be  applied, 

When  we  attempt  to  read; 


PEAYER   MEETING. 

For  this  alone  can  give  support 
In  all  our  times  of  need. 


480 


3  O  breathe  upon  our  lifeless  souls, 

And  raise  our  drooping  hearts, 
That  we  may  see  thy  smiling  face, 
Ere  we  from  hence  depart. 

4  And  now,  dear  Saviour,  when  we  pray, 

Be  thou  thyself  so  near, 
If  Satan  fright  our  trembling  souls. 
Thy  mercy  may  appear. 

5  And  now,  O  blessed  Spirit,  come! 

We  long  to  see  thee  move; 
Our  heart  to  tenderness  melt  down, 
And  fill  the  place  with  love. 

480.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  SHEPHERD  Divine,  our  wants  relieve, 

In  this  our  evil  day; 
To  all  thy  tempted  followers  give 
The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 

2  Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last, 

Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 
O  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast*,. 
In  never-ceasing  prayer! 

3  The  Spirit  of  redeeming  grace, 

Give  us  in  faith  to  claim; 
To  wrestle  till  we  see  thy  face, 
And  know  thy  hidden  name. 

4  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart, 

Till  thou  thyself  bestow, 
Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart, 
"I  will  not  let  thee  go!" 


481-482      PRAYER     MEETING. 

5  Then  let  me,  on  the  mountain  top, 
Behold  thy  open  face, 
Where  faith  in  sight  is  swallowed  up, 
And  prayer  in  endless  praise. 

481.  -         HYMN.     S.  M.  •  Newton. 

1  BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace, 

Thy  promise  calls  me  near; 

There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 

And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  My  soul,  ask  what  thou  wilt, 

Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold! 
Since  his  own  blood  for  thee  he  spilt, 
What  else  can  he  withhold? 

3  Beyond  thy  utmost  wants, 

His  love  and  power  can  bless; 
To  praying  souls  he  always  grants 
More  than  they  can  express. 

4  Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  thy  love; 

I  ask  to  serve  thee  here  below, 

And  reign  with  thee  above. 

5  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith, 

Conform  my  will  to  thine; 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine! 

482.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me! 


PRAYER    MEETING.  483 

&  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne, 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within! 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine! 

483.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  THE  eye  of  God  is  every  where, 

To  watch  the  sinner's  ways; 
He  sees  who  join  in  humble  prayer, 
And  who  in  solemn  praise. 

2  One  glance  of  thine,  eternal  Lord, 

Can  pierce  and  search  us  through; 
Nor  heaven,  nor  earth,  nor  hell,  afford 
A  shelter  from  thy  view. 

3  The  universe,  in  every  part, 

At  once  before  thee  lies; 
And  every  thought  of  every  heart 
Is  open  to  thine  eyes. 

4  Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  pray  and  praise 

With  fervent,  holy  love; 
And  fit  us,  by  thy  word  of  grace, 
To  worship  thee  above. 
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484-485        PRAYER   MEETING. 

484.  HYMN.    CM.  Rynald, 

1  IN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 

My  journey  I'll  pursue; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much  loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead. 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes: 
"Hinder  me  not.1"  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command; 
"Hinder  me  not!"  for  I  am  bound 
To  thy  Iramanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be — 
"Hinder  me  not!"  come,  welcome  Death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 

485.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  THE  God  of  my  salvation  lives, 

My  nobler  life  he  will  sustain; 
His  word  immortal  vigor  gives, 

Nor  shall  my  glorious  hopes  be  vain. 

2  Thy  presence,  Lord,  can  cheer  my  heart 

Though  every  earthly  comfort  die; 
Thy  smile  can  bid  my  pains  depart, 
And  raise  my  sacred  pleasures  high. 

3  O  let  me  hear  thy  blissful  voice, 

Inspiring  life  and  joy  divine! 
The  barren  desert  shall  rejoice — 
Tis  Paradise! — if  thou  art  mine. 


PRAYER   MEETING.        466-487 

486.  HYMN.     S.  M. 

1  MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 

Ten  thousand  toes  arise: 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  0  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er! 

Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 

And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on.  my  soul,  till  death; 

He'll  bring  thee  to  thy  God; 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 

487.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  JESUS,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast; 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

2  O  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands! 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

3  Give  me  some  kind  assuring  word, 

To  sink  my  fears  again; 
And  cheerfully  my  soul  shall  wait 
Her  threescore  years  and  ten. 


488-489        PRAYER   MEETING. 

488.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee; 

No  other  help  I  know; 
If  thoti  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah,  whither  shall  I  go? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath! 
What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death! 

3  0  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 

I  now  should  feel  thy  power! 
Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wouldst  retrieve, 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die; 

O  speak,  and  I  shall  live! 

And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 

Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 

489.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 

Go  mourning  all  their  days? 
Great  Comforter,  descend  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 


PRAYER  MEETING.  490 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come; 
May  thy  blest  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Safely  convey  me  home. 

490.     "Heavenly  Home."     C.  M.     Murphy. 

1  O  LAND  of  rest,  for  thee  T  sigh! 

When  will  the  moment  come 

When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by, 

And  dwell  in  peace  at  home? 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 

No  peaceful  sheltering  dome; 

This  world's  a  wilderness  of  wo, 

This  world  is  not  my  home., 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest, 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 
And  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast, 
And  be  conducted  home! 

4  I  should  at  once  have  quit  this  field, 

Where  foes  with  fury  foam; 
But  oh!  my  passport  was  not  sealed! 
I  could  not  yet  go  home. 

5  When  by  affliction  sharply  tried, 

I  view  the  gaping  tomb, 
Although  I  dread  death's  chilling  tide, 
Yet  still  I  sigh  for  home. 

6  Weary  of  wand'ring  round  and  round 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
I  long  to  quit  unhallowed  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 


491  PRAYER  MEETING. 

491.  "Exultation."     P.  M.     Reese, 

1  COME,  all  ye  happy  race, 
Who  are  ransomed  by  grace, 

By  the  grace  that  is  free  for  us  all; 

Come  and  hear,  come  and  feel, 

While  with  rapture  I  tell 
What  the  Saviour  has  done  for  my  soul! 

2  In  gross  darkness  I  lay, 
Unto  Satan  a  prey, 

Nor  the  dangerous  consequence  feared; 

Not  by  rigor  compelled, 

With  delight  did  I  yield, 
Nor  complained  that  his  service  was  hard. 

3  I  rebelled  against  God, 
And  went  on  in  the  road 

Thai  leads  down  to  eternal  despair! 

'Tis  through  mercy  alone, 

That  I  am  not  undone! 
'Tis  amazing  I  yet  am  not  there! 

4  But  Jehovah's  command 
Put  my  soul  to  a  stand, 

By  the  gracious  and  powerful  cry, 

"Sinner,  turn  unto  me, 

For  my  mercy  is  free! 
Turn — for  why  will  you  perish  and  die?" 

5  His  adorable  grace 
Through  my  life  I  can  trace, 

And  through  scenes  of  affliction  go  on! 

With  my  Saviour  in  view, 

The  high  prize  I  pursue; 
Nor  shall  I  weary  or  faint  when  I  run. 


MISCELLANEOUS.         492-193 

Miscellaneous. 

492.  Christmas.  C.  M. 

1  WHILE  humble  shepherds  watched  their 

In  Bethlehem's  fields  by  night,      [flocks 
An  angel  sent  from  heaven  appeared, 
And  filled  the  fields  with  light. 

2  "Fear  not,"  he  said,  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind;) 
"Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord! 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign: 

4  "The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swaddling  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God — and  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song: 

6  "All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace! 
Good  will  is  shown  by  Heaven  to  men, 
And  never  more  shall  cease!" 

493.  The  Lord's  Prayer.  S.  M. 
1  OUR  heavenly  Father,  hear 

The  prayer  we  offer  now: 
Thy  Name  be  hallowed  far  and  near, 
To  Thee  all  nations  bow. 


494  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come;  thy  will 

On  earth  be  done  in  love! 
As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply, 

While  by  thy  word  we  live; 
The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power, 

From  Satan's  wiles  defend; 
Deliver  in  the  evilhour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  Thine  then  for  ever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine; 
The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine. 

6  Thus  humbly  taught  to  pray 

By  thy  beloved  Son, 
Through  him  we  come  to  thee,  and  say, 
All  for  his  sake  be  done! 

494.         Youth  invited  to  Christ.         CM 

1  YE  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  "The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

Is  sure  my  love  to  gain; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  495 

And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace, 

Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 
4  What  object,  Lord,  ray  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compared  with  Thee? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 

Like  what  in  Christ  I  see? 

495.  Lord's  Prayer.  CM, 

1  GOD  as  our  Father  we  proclaim; 

The  heavens  are  thine  abode; 
All  hallowed  be  thy  holy  name, 
Thou  gracious,  kind  and  good. 

2  Thy  kingdom,  as  the  noon-day  sun, 

Wide  o'er  the  world  be  given; 
Thy  will  in  all  the  earth  be  done, 
As  it  is  done  in  heaven. 

3  And  while  permitted  here  to  live, 

Our  daily  bread  bestow; 

And  all  our  trespasses  forgive, 

As  we  forgiveness  show. 

4  Lead  us  not  into  trials  which 

Thy  servants  cannot  bear; 
But  send  deliv'ring  grace  to  each, 
As  evils  do  appear. 

5  Thine  is  the  kingdom,  full  of  love, 

And  joy,  and  righteousness; 
And  thine  the  power  which,  from  abovj?, 
Brings  everlasting  bliss. 

6  Thine  shall  the  glory  also  be, 

While  endless  years  endure: 
And  we  will  sing  sweet  hymns  to  Thee, 
Both  now  and  evermore. 


496-497         MISCELLANEOUS. 

496.  New -Year.    L.  M.    Shoveller. 

1  BLEST  be  th'  Eternal,  Infinite, 

Whose  skill  conducts  this  rolling  sphere; 
Who  rules  our  day,  who  guards  our  night, 
And  guides  the  swift  revolving  year. 

2  Our  race  are  falling  every  hour, 

While  we,  distinguished,  yet  appear: 
'Tis  of  thy  matchless  love  and  power, 
That  we  are  spared  another  year. 

3  O  for  a  sweet  refreshing  time! 

Father,  thy  children  wish  thee  near! 
Come,  and  our  joys  shall  be  sublime, 
While  we  begin  another  year. 

4  Strengthen  our  faith,  increase  our  love, 

Fill  us  with  godly,  filial  fear; 
And  to  thy  waiting  children  prove 

Thy  grace  through  every  fleeting  year. 

5  [This  truth  impress  on  every  soul, 

That  vast  eternity  is  near, 
That  time's  swift  moments  onward  roll, 
To  bring  the  last,  the  closing  year. 

6  When  nature  in  a  blaze  shall  die, 

Or  death  conclude  our  being  here, 
Then  to  our  Jesus  may  we  fly, 
To  spend  a  never  ending  year.] 

497.  New-Year.  C.  M. 

1  REMARK,  with  awe,  the  narrow  bounds 

Of  the  revolving  year; 
How  swift  the  weeks  complete  their  rounds! 
How  short  the  months  appear! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  498 

2  So  fast  Eternity  comes  on, 

And  that  important  day, 
When  all  that  mortal  life  has  done, 
God's  Judgment  shall  survey. 

3  Yet  like  an  idle  tale  we  pass 

The  swift  advancing  year, 
And  study  artful  ways  t'  increase 
The  speed  of  its  career. 

4  Waken,  O  God,  each  trilling  heart, 

Its  great  concern  to  see! 
That  all  may  act  the  Christian  part, 
And  give  the  year  to  Thee. 

5  So  shall  their  course  more  grateful  roll, 

If  future  years  arise; 
Or  this  shall  bear  the  willing  soul 
To  joy  which  never  dies. 

493.  Marriage.     C.  M.     Berridge 

1  SINCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 

To  grace  a  marriage  feast, 
O  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here, 
To  make  a  wedding  guest. 

2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands; 
Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 

3  In  purest  love  these  souls  unite, 

That  they,  with  Christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 
By  taking  mutual  share. 

4  And  when  that  solemn  hour  shall  come, 

And  life's  short  space  be  o'er, 


499-500         MISCELLANEOUS. 

May  they  in  triumph  reach  that  home, 
Where  they  shall  part  no  more. 

499.  Temperance.  C.  M, 

1  O  TAKE  the  maddening  bowl  away. 

Remove  the  poisonous  cup; 
My  soul  is  sick;  its  burning  ray 
Hath  drunk  my  spirit  up. 

2  Say  not,  "Behold  its  ruddy  hue; 

O  press  it  to  thy  lips'" 
For  'tis  more  deadly  than  the  dew 
That  from  the  Upas  drips. 

3  Say  not,  "It  hath  a  spell  to  soothe 

The  soul  in  misery  deep!" 
Go,  ask  thy  conscience  if  the  bowl 
Can  give  eternal  sleep! 

4  Go — I  will  have  no  more  of  thee, 

Thou  bane  of  Adam's  race; 
But  to  a  heavenly  fountain  flee, 
And  drink  the  dews  of  grace. 

500.  Joining  the  Church  of  Christ.     C.  M. 

1  WITNESS,  ye  men  and  angels  now, 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak, 
To  Him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
(A  vow  we  dare  not  break,) 

2  That  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield; 
Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  his  grace  rely, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  501-502 

That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  O  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 
And  keep  us  in  thy  ways! 
And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  Thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

501.  On  opening  a  Church.  L.  M. 

1  THIS  house,  O  Lord,  for  thee  we  raise' 
Long  may  it  echo  to  thy  praise; 

And  Thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  glories  of  his  train; 
While  power  divine  his  Word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes  and  cheer  his  friends. 

3  And  in  the  great  decisive  day, 
When  Thou  the  nations  shalt  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here. 

502.  And  the  Truth  shall  make  you  free.    7=, 

1  WELCOME  news  the  Gospel  brings, 

Welcome  news  from  heaven  above; 
Tidings  from  the  King  of  kings, 
Tidings  full  of  grace  and  love! 

2  Oh,  ye  sons  of  men,  give  ear; 

Listen  to  the  "joyful  sound!" 
Better  news  ye  cannot  hear; 
In  the  Gospel,  truth  is  fouud; 

3  Truth,  that  makes  the  simple  wvse, 

Truth,  on  which  the  hungry  feed. 


503-504         MISCELLANEOUS. 

Truth,  the  minister  of  joys; 

Truth,  that  makes  us  free  indeed! 
4  Welcome  news  the  Gospel  brings, 

Welcome  to  the  poor  and  vile; 
Gladdened  by  these  glorious  things, 

Guilt  and  Poverty  may  smile! 

503.  HYMN.    L.  M.  Gibbons. 

1  WHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race? 

2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue! 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives; 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank!    [thank; 

4  But  he  who  marks  from  day  to  day, 
In  generous  acts,  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

504.  Charity.     C.  M.     Barbauld. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  raised  in  vain! 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous 

A  stranger's  woes  to  feel;     [warmth, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  505 

Arid  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind,  supporting  arms, 

To  every  child  of  grief; 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unasked  relief. 

4  To  gentle  olfices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow; 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe! 

5  He,  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

Shall  present  peace  receive; 
And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 

505.  Christmas.  P.  M. 

1  WATCHMAN!  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are! 
Traveller!  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star! 
Watchman!  does  its  beauteous  ray, 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  toretell? 
Traveller!  yes — it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends! 
Traveller!  blpssedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman!  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 
Traveller!  ages  are  its  own; 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth! 


506-507         MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night; 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller!  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman!  let  thy  wanderings  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller!  lo,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo,  the  Son  of  God  is  come! 

506.  HYMN.    P.  M. 

1  WHEN  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parched  beneath  the  hostile  sky; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls; 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid — 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign- 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

507.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
Amidst  his  Father's  throne; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  508 

Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet. 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid! 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head! 

4  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  prisoners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God; 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee! 

508.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  JESUS,  we  hail  thee  Israel's  King, 
And  now  to  thee  our  tribute  bring; 
Nor  do  we  fear  to  bow  to  thee; — 
They  worship  God,  who  worship  thee. 

2  Hail,  Israel's  King,  enthroned  in  light! 
Whose  glory  never  shone  more  bright, 
Tban  when,  by  treach'rous  friends  betray'd, 
Thy  foes  insulting  homage  paid. 

3  Then  did  admiring  angels  see 
Divine  forbearance,  Lord,  in  thee; 
With  emphasis  pronounce  thee  good; 
And  heaven  and  earth  contrasted  stood. 

4  An  object  of  contempt  beneath, 
And  judged  by  men  to  suffer  death; 
By  angels  owned,  admired,  adored, 
The  great,  the  everlasting  Lord. 

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509  MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  Reign,  mighty  King,  for  ever  reign; 
Thy  cause  throughout  the  world  maintain? 
Let  Israel's  King  his  triumphs  spread, 
And  crowns  of  glory  wreathe  his  head! 

609.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  O  THOU,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 

Upon  this  earthly  frame, 
Through  all  the  world  how  great  art  thou, 
How  glorious  is  thy  name! 

2  In  heaven  thy  wond'rous  acts  are  sung, 

Nor  fully  reckoned  there; 
And  yet  thou  mak'st  the  infant  tongue, 
Thy  boundless  praise  declare! 

3  Thro'  Thee,  the  weak  confound  the  strong, 

And  crush  their  haughty  foes; 
And  so  thou  quelPst  the  wicked  throng, 
That  thee  and  thine  oppose. 

4  When  heav'n,  thy  beauteous  work  on  high, 

Employs  my  wond'rous  sight; 
The  moon  that  nightly  rules  the  sky, 
With  stars  of  feeble  light; 

5  "What's  man,"  say  I,  "that,  Lord,  thou 

To  keep  him  in  thy  mind?  [lov'st 

Or  what  his  offspring,  that  thou  prov'st 
To  them  so  wond'rous  kind? 

6  "Him  next  in  power  thou  didst  create 

To  thy  celestial  train; 
Ordained  with  dignity  and  state, 
O'er  all  thy  works  to  reign." 


JHSCELL  AN  EOLTS .         5 1 0-5 1 1 

510.  To-day!  L.  M. 

1  HASTEN,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun! 
The  longer  Wisdom  you  despise, 
The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  O  hasten,  mercy  to  implore, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Before  this  evening's  course  be  run! 

3  Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done! 

4  Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  blest, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest, 


511.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  NO  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 

My  firm  affection,  Lord,  to  thee; 
For  thou  hast  always  been  my  rock, 
A  fortress  and  defence  to  me. 

2  Thou  my  deliv'rer  art,  my  God, 

My  trust  is  in  thy  mighty  power; 
Thou  art  my  shield  from  foes  abroad; 
At  home,  my  safeguard  and  my  tower. 

3  To  thee  will  I  address  my  prayer, 

To  whom  all  praise  we  justly  owe; 
So  shall  I,  by  thy  watchful  care, 

Be  guarded  from  my  treach'rous  foe. 


512-513         MISCELLANEOUS. 

512.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  WHAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun! 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 

His  gracious  light  and  heat; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  the  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  paths  of  truth  and  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

513.  HYMN.     C.  H. 

1  LET  Avarice,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Her  idol,  Wealth,  pursue! 
Thy  word,  O  Lord,  we  value  more 
Than  India  or  Peru. 

2  Here  mines  of  knowledge,  love,  and  joy, 

Are  open  to  our  sight; 
The  purest  gold  without  alloy. 
And  gems  divinely  bright. 

3  The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace, 

These  sacred  leaves  unfold; 
And  here  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Our  raptured  eyes  behold. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  514 

4  Here  light,  descending  from  above, 

Directs  our  doubtful  feet; 
Here,  promises  of  heavenly  love, 
Our  ardent  wishes  meet. 

5  Our  num'rous  griefs  are  here  redressed, 

And  all  our  wants  supplied; 
Nought  we  can  ask  to  make  us  blest, 
Is  in  this  book  denied. 

514.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  O  GOD  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed! 
Who,  through  this  weary  pilgrimage, 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led; 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace! 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  succeeding  path  of  life, 

Our  wand'ring  footsteps  guide; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  O  spread  thy  cov'ring  wings  around, 
,        Till  all  our  wand'rings  cease; 

And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace! 

5  Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand, 

Our  humble  prayers  implore; 
And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God, 
And  portion  evermore. 


5 1 5-5 1 6         MISCELLANEOUS. 

515.  HYMN.    P.  M. 

1  THERE'S  no  name  among  men  or  angels 

so  bright,  [light! 

As  is  the  name  of  Jesus,  the  Father's  de- 
The  joy  of  his  children!  they  speak  of  this 

name,  [claim. 

And  sweetly  its  praises  in  songs  they  pro- 

2  In  all  Christian  churches  this  name  is  ador'd, 
As  their  shield  and  glory,  with  cheerful  ac- 
cord! 

And   there  'tis  declared   the  help  of  dis- 
tressed, [pressed. 
The  hope  of  the  hopeless,  and  ease  of  op- 

3  The  church  of  the  first-born,  with  angels  of 

light,  [delight; 

Shall  sound  forth  its  praises  with  endless 
But  fully  unfolded  it  can  be  by  none,  [Son. 
Save  Jesus,  among  them,  the  Father's  own 

516.  Sinner  weighed  and  found  wanting,  L.  M, 

1  RAISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye, 
Behold  God's  balance  lifted  high; 

There  shall  his  justice  be  displayed, 
And  there  thy  hope  and  life  be  weighed! 

2  See  in  one  scale  his  perfect  law, 
Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw! 
Wouldst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain?  [vain! 
Thy  works,  how  light!  tby  thoughts,  how 

3  Behold,  the  hand  of  God  appears, 
To  trace  in  dreadful  characters— 
"Sinner,  thy  soul  is  wanting  found, 

And  wrath  shall  smite  thee  to  the  ground!" 


MISCELLANEOUS.  517 

4  Let  sudden  fear  thy  nerves  unbrace* 
Let  horror  change  thy  guilty  face; 
Through  all  thy  thoughts  let  anguish  roll; 
Till  deep  repentance  melt  thy  soul. 

5  One  only  hope  may  yet  prevail — 
Christ  hath  a  weight  to  turn  the  scale! 
Still  doth  the  Gospel  publish  peace, 
And  show  a  Saviour's  righteousness. 

6  Great  God,  exert  thy  power  to  save! 
Deep  on  the  heart  these  truths  engrave! 
The  pond'rous  load  of  guilt  remove, 
That  trembling  lips  may  sing  thy  love. 

517.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  LET  not  your  hearts,  With  anxious  thoughts; 

Be  troubled  or  dismayed; 
But  trust  in  God  your  Father's  care, 
And  trust  my  gracious  aid. 

2  I  to  my  Father's  house  return; 

There  num'rous  mansions  stand; 
And  glory  manifold  abounds 
Through  all  the  happy  land. 

3  I  go,  your  entrance  to  secure, 

And  your  abode  prepare! 
Regions  unknown  are  safe  to  you, 
When  I,  your  Friend,  am  there. 

4  Thence  shall  I  come,  when  ages  close, 

To  take  you  home  with  me! 
There  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more, 
And  still  together  be. 
6  I  am  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life! 
No  3on  of  human  race, 


518-519         MISCELLANEOUS. 

But  such  as  I  conduct  and  guide. 
Shall  see  my  Father's  face. 

518.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  BEHOLD,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 

In  latter  days  shall  rise 
On  mountain  tops,  above  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wond'ring  eyes. 

2  To  this,  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow! 
"Up  to  the  hill  of  God,"  they'll  say, 
"And  to  his  house  we'll  go!" 

3  The  beam  that  shines  from  Zion  hill, 

Illume  shall  every  land: 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers, 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  Among  the  nations  He  shall  judge, 

His  judgments  truth  shall  guide; 
His  sceptre  shall  protect  the  just, 
And  quell  the  sinner's  pride. 

5  No  strife  shall  rage,  nor  hostile  feuds 

Disturb  those  peaceful  years; 
To  ploughshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords> 
To  pruning  hooks  their  spears. 

6  No  longer  host  encount'ring  host, 

Shall  crowds  of  slain  deplore; 
They'll  bang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

519.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  JESUS,  thy  blessings  are  not  few. 
Nor  is  thy  Gospel  weak; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  520 

Thy  grace  can  melt  the  stubborn  Jew, 
And  heal  the  dying  Greek. 

2  Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage 

Does  thy  salvation  flow; 
'Tis  not  confined  to  sex  nor  age, 
The  lofty  nor  the  low. 

3  While  grace  is  offered  to  the  prince, 

The  poor  may  take  his  share; 
No  mortal  has  a  just  pretence 
To  perish  in  despair. 

4  Come,  all  you  wretched  sinners,  come, 

He'll  form  your  souls  anew; 
His  Gospel  and  his  heart  have  room 
For  rebels  such  as  you. 

5  His  doctrine  is  almighty  love! 

There's  virtue  in  his  name 
To  turn  a  raven  to  a  dove, 
A  lion  to  a  lamb! 

6  O  could  we  raise  a  song  of  praise 

Half  equal  to  his  love, 
The  heavens  would  ring,  while  we  would 
Through  all  the  courts  above.         [sing, 

520.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  RISE,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 

By  ancient  heroes  trod! 
Ambitious  view  Ihose  holy  men, 
Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 

And  in  example  live; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 


521  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  'Twas  through  the  Lamb's  most  precious 

They  conquered  every  foe;  [blood, 

And  to  his  power  and  matchless  grace, 
Their  crowns  and  honor  owe. 

4  Lord,  may  we  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  thou  hast  given; 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road 
Which  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 

521.  The  Law  and  Gospel.         L.  M. 

1  "CURS'D  be  the  man,  for  evercurs'd, 

That  doth  one  wilful  sin  commit! 
Death  and  damnation  for  the  first, 
Without  relief,  and  infinite!" 

2  Thus  Sinai  roars,  and  round  the  earth, 

Thunder,  and  fire,  and  vengeance  flings; 
But,  Jesus,  thy  dear  gasping  breath, 
And  Calvary,  say  gentler  things: 

3  ''Pardon,  and  grace,  and  boundless  love, 

Streaming  along  a  Saviour's  blood; 
And  life,  and  joys,  and  crowns  above, 
Dear  purchased  by  a  bleeding  God!" 

4  Hark,  how  he  prays — (the  charming  sound 

Dwells  on  his  dying  lips) — "Forgive!" 
And  every  groan,  and  gaping  wound, 
Cries,  "Father,  let  the  rebels  live!" 

5  Go,  you  that  rest  upon  the  law, 

And  toil  and  seek  salvation  there, 
Look  to  the  flames  that  Moses  saw, 
And  shrink,  and  tremble,  and  despair! 

6  But  I'll  retire  beneath  the  cross; 

Saviour,  at  thy  dear  feet  I  lie; 


MISCELLANEOUS.         522-523 

And  the  keen  sword  that  Justice  draws, 
Flaming  and  red,  shall  pass  me  by! 

522.  HYMN.    S.  M. 

1  THE  morning  light  returns, 

The  sun  begins  to  shine; 
Now  let  our  souls  in  haste  arise, 
To  run  the  race  divine. 

2  We  praise  the  Father's  love, 

Who  kept  us  througli  the  night} 
O  may  his  kindness  be  our  song, 
His  pleasure  our  delight! 

3  While  passing  through  this  day, 

Lord,  we  implore  thy  care, 
To  guide  us  on  the  heavenly  way, 
And  guard  from  every  snare. 

4  And  when  our  life  shall  close, 

O  may  it  be  in  peace! 
May  we  lie  down  in  sweet  repose, 
And  wake  in  endless  bliss. 

523.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  THROUGH  all  the  dangers  of  the  nighty 

Preserved,  O  Lord,  by  thee, 
Again  we  hail  the  cheerful  light, 
Again  we  bow  the  knee. 

2  Preserve  us,  Lord,  throughout  the  day, 

And  guide  us  by  thine  arm; 
For  they  are  safe,  and  only  they, 
Whom  thou  preserv'st  from  harm. 

3  Let  all  our  works  and  all  our  ways 

Declare  that  we  are  thine, 


524-525         MISCELLANEOUS. 

That  so  the  light  of  truth  and  grace 
Before  the  world  may  shine. 

524.  New -Year.  10,5,11. 

1  COME,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue; 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 

And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear! 

His  adorable  will 

Let  us  gladly  fulfil; 

And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay! 

The  arrow  is  flown, 

The  moment  is  gone, 

The  Millenial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  near! 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  say, 

"I  have  fought  my  way  through: 
I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to 

O  that  each  from  his  Lord  [do!" 

May  receive  the  glad  word, 

"Well  and  &ithfully  done,         [throne!" 
Enter   into   my  joy,  and   sit  down  on   my 

525.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  YOUNG  children  once  to  Jesus  came, 
His  blessing  to  entreat; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  526 

And  I  may  humbly  do  the  same 
Before  his  mercy-seat. 

2  For  when  their  feeble  hands  were  spread, 

And  bent  each  infant  knee, 
"Forbid  them  not!"  the  Saviour  s*aid, 
And  so  he  says  to  me. 

3  Though  now  he  is  not  here  below, 

But  on  his  heavenly  hill, 

To  Himitnay  little  children  go, 

And  seek  a  blessing  still. 

4  Well  pleased  that  little  flock  to  see, 

The  Saviour  kindly  smiled: 
O  then  he  will  not  frown  on  me, 
Because  I  am  a  child. 

5  For  as  so  many  years  ago, 

Poor  babes  his  pity  drew, 
I'm  sure  he  will  not  let  me  go 
Without  a  blessing  too. 

6  Then  while  this  favor  to  implore, 

My  little  hands'are  spread, 
Do  thou  tby  sacred  blessings  pour, 
Lord  Jesus,  on  my  head. 

526.  Sunday  School.  C.  M. 

1  THY  throne,  O  God,  in  righteousness 

For  ever  shall  endure! 
We  bow  before  it;  deign  to  bless 
Thy  children  evermore. 

2  Thy  wisdom  fixed  our  lowly  birth, 

Yet  we  thy  goodness  share; 
Still  make  us,  while  we  dwell  on  earth, 
The  children  of  thy  care. 


527  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Strangers  to  thee,  though  thine  by  name, 

We  heard  thy  welcome  voice, 
And,  gathered  trom  the  world,  became 
The  children  of  thy  choice. 

4  Thou  art  our  Shepherd,  glorious  God! 

Thy  little  flock  behold; 
And  guide  us  by  thy  staff  and  rod, 
The  children  of  thy  fold. 

5  We  praise  thy  Name  that  we  were  brought 

To  this  delightful  place, 
Where  we  are  watched,  and  wanied,  and 
The  children  of  thy  grace.  [taught, 

6  May  all  our  friends  and  teachers  here, 

Meet  all  our  souls  above: 
And  we  and  they  in  heaven  appear, 
The  children  of  thy  love. 

527.  Zeal,  true  and  false.  C.  M. 

1  ZEAL  is  that  pure  and  heavenly  flame, 

The  fire  of  love  supplies; 
While  that  which  often  bears  the  name, 
Is  self  in  a  disguise. 

2  True  zeal  is  merciful  and  mild, 

Can  pity  and  forbear: 
The  false  is  headstrong,  fierce,  and  wild, 
And  breathes  revenge  and  war. 

3  While  zeal  for  truth  the  Christian  warms, 

He  knows  the  worth  of  peace; 
But  self  contends  for  names  and  forms, 
Its  party  to  increase. 

4  Zeal  has  attained  its  highest  aim, 

Its  end  is  satisfied, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  528 

If  sinners  love  the  Saviour's  name; 
Nor  seeks  il  aught  beside. 

5  But  self,  however  well  employed, 

Has  its  own  ends  in  view, 
And  says,  as  boasting  Jehu  cried, 
"Come,  see  what  I  can  do!" 

6  Dear  Lord,  the  idol  self  dethrone, 

And  from  our  hearts  remove; 
And  let  no  zeal  by  us  be  shown, 
But  that  which  springs  from  love. 

528.          By  grace  are  ye  saved.        L.  M. 

1  SELF-RIGHTEOUS  souls  on  works  rely, 
And  boast  their  moral  dignity; 

But  if  I  lisp  a  song  of  praise, 

Grace  is  the  note  my  soul  shall  raise. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  quickened  me  when  dead, 
And  grace  my  soul  to  Jesus  led; 

Grace  brings  me  pardon  for  my  sin; 
'Tis  grace  subdues  my  lusts  within. 

3  'Tis  grace  that  sweetens  every  cross, 
'Tis  grace  supports  in  every  loss; 

In  Jesus'  grace  my  soul  is  strong; 
Grace  is  my  hope,  and  Christ  my  song. 

4  'Tis  grace  defends  when  danger's  near? 
By  grace  alone  I  persevere; 

'Tis  grace  constrains  my  soul  to  love; 
Free  grace  is  all  they  sing  above. 

5  Thus  'tis  alone  of  grace  I  boast, 
And  'tis  in  grace  alone  I  trust; 

For  all  that's  past,  grace  is  my  theme; 
For  what's  to  come,  'tis  still  the  same. 


529-530         MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  Through  endless  years  of  grace  I'll  sing, 
Adore  and  bless  ray  heavenly  King; 
I'll  cast  my  crown  before  his  throne, 
And  shout  free  grace  to  him  alone. 

529.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  WHERE  two  or  three,  with  swreet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  sov'reign  Lord, 

Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise — 

2  "There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "will  I  be, 
Amid  this  little  company; 

To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 
And  shed  my  glories  round  the  place." 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word; 

Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Now  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 

530.  HYMN.     S.  M. 

1  ANOTHER  day  is  past, 

The  hours  for  ever  fled; 

And  time  is  bearing  me  away, 

To  mingle  with  the  dead. 

2  My  mind  in  perfect  peace, 

My  Father's  care  shall  keep! 
I  yield  to  gentle  slumber  now, 
For  thou  canst  never  sleep. 

3  How  blessed,  Lord,  are  they, 

On  thee  securely  stayed! 
Nor  shall  they  be  in  life  alarmed, 
Nor  be  in  death  dismayed. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  531-532 

531.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  ON  Thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God, 

My  waking  thoughts  attend! 
In  thee  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 
In  thee  my  wishes  end. 

2  My  soul,  in  pleasing  wonder  lost, 

Thy  boundless  love  surveys; 
And,  fired  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 

A  sacrifice  of  praise. 
8  When  evening  slumbers  press  my  eyes, 

(With  his  protection  blest,) 
In  peace  and  safety  I  commit 

My  weary  limbs  to  rest 
4  My  spirit,  in  his  hand  secure, 

Fears  no  approaching  ill; 
For  whether  waking  or  asleep, 

Thou,  Lord,  art  with  me  still. 

532.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  CONVERTS  to  Christ's  benignant  sway, 

Welcome  to  Zion's  happy  hill; 
Welcome,  where  zealous  hearts  obey 
One  blessed  law,  Immanuel's  will. 

2  Welcome  to  Jesus'  gentle  reign, 

Free  from  the  foe's  malignant  eye; 
For  God  has  loosed  the  tyrant's  chain, 
And  love's  soft  bands  its  place  supply. 

3  But  stop — we  have  not  reached  our  rest, 

We're  pilgrims  through  a  hostile  land; 
Oft  by  the  foe  we're  sorely  prest, 
And  dangers  frown  on  every  hand. 
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533  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

4  Yet  welcome  to  our  conflict  still; 

Danger  has  lost  its  deadly  power; 
ImmanuePs  hand,  with  wondrous  skill", 
With  victory  crowns  the  final  hour. 

5  O  welcome,  then,  to  join  the  war, 

And  welcome  to  (he  Christian's  crown, 
The  crown  of  life,  which  shines  from  far, 
But  shines  for  loyal  hearts  alone! 

Spiritual  Songs. 

533.  HYMN.    lis. 

1  HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  th 

Lord, 

Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  wort 
What  more  can  he  say,  than  to  you  h 

hath  said — 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  flee 

2  In  every  condition — in  sickness,  in  healtl 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealtl 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  th 

sea,  [shall  b( 

As  thy  days  may  demand,  so  thy  succc 

3  "Fear  not — I  am  with  thee — O  be  not  di 

mayed!  [ais 

For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  the 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  caus 

thee  to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  ham 

4  "When  through  fiery  trials  thy  patbwa 

shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  suppl; 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  534 

The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee! — I  only  de- 
sign [fine. 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  re- 

5  "E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 

prove 

My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 

And  then,  when  grey  hairs  shall  their  tem- 
ples adorn,  [borne. 

Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be 

6  "The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  re- 
I  will  not,  I  cannot  desert  to  his  foes;  [pose. 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor 

to  shake, 
I'll  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake!'* 

534,  HYMN.    P.  M. 

1  BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 

To  my  raptured  vision, 
All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  Elysian! 
Lo,  we  lift  our  longing  eyes; 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies; 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  Paradise! 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 

Freely  flash  before  him; 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him! 
Angel-trumpets  sound  his  fame. 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name, 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme! 


535  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

3  Four-and-twenty  Elders  rise 

From  their  princely  station, 
Shout  his  glorious  victories, 

Sing  the  great  salvation, 
Cast  their  crowns  before  hi3  throne, 
Cry,  in  reverential  tone, 
"Glory  be  to  God  alone! 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy  One!" 

4  Hark,  the  thrilling  symphonies 

Seem,  me  thinks,  to  seize  us! 
Join  we  to  the  holy  lays, 

Jesus!  Jesus!  Jesus! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  songs, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung! 
Jesus!  Jesus!  flows  along. 

535.  HYMN.    P.  M. 

1  HOW  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recol- 
lection 
Of  youthful  connexion,  and  innocent  joy 
When,  blest  with  pareutal  advice  and  af- 
fection, [on  high, 
Surrounded  with  mercies  and  peace  from 
I  still  view  the  chairs  of  my  father  and 
mother,                                 [each  hand: 
The  seats  of  their  offspring,  as  ranged  on 
And  the   richest  of  books,  which  excels 

every  other, 
The  family  Bible,  that  lay  on  the  stand— 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear,  blessed 

Bible, 
The  family  Bible,  that  lay  on  the  standi 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  536 

I  The  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration, 
At  morn  and  at  evening  could  yield  us  de- 
light; [invocation 
And  the  prayers  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet 
For  mercy  by  day,  and  for  safety  at  night; 
And  our  hymns  of  thanksgiving,  with  har- 
mony swelling,  [band, 
All  warm  from  the  hearts  of  the  family 
Half  raised  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous 
dwelling,                                        [stand, 
Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  &c. 

Ye  scenes  of  enjoyment,  long  have  we 
been  parted!  [more! 

My  hope  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no 

In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live  broken- 
hearted, 

And  wander  alone  on  a  far  distant  shore! 

Yet  why  should  I  doubt  a  dear  Saviour's 
protection. 

Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand? 

O  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  correc- 
tion, . 

And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand, 

The  old-fashioned  Bible,  &c. 

536.  HYMN.    CM. 

AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  or  die, 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high; 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saint3, 

And  find  its  long  sought  rest, 


537  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

(That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants,) 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain: 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain! 
I  suffer  on  my  three  score  years, 

Till  my  Deliverer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jesus  done  forme! 

Before  my  raptured  eyes, 
Rivers  of  lite  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  Paradise! 
I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there; 
They  are  all  robed  in  spotless  white, 

And  conq'ring  palms  they  bear. 

4  O  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  mete, 
With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  case  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again, 

In  that  eternal  day! 

537.  HYMN.    C.  P.  M. 

1  AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 

My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go; 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  538 

Eternal  Truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  sink  to  endless  wo!" 

2  When  to  the  Law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head; 

I  no  relief  could  find; 
This  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again!" 

O'erwhelmed  my  tortured  mind. 

3  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast,  oppressive  load: 
Alas,  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again!" 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

4  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare! 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again!" 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

5  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 

The  gracious  Saviour  passed  this  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move! 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now,  by  his  grace,  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love! 

538.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

I  AMAZING  grace!  (how  sweet  the  sound!) 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me! 
I  once  wTas  lost,  but  now  am  found; 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 


539  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved: 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come: 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 

His  wrord  my  hope  secures; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine; 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 
Will  be  for  ever  mine! 

539.  HYMN.    7s. 

1  HARK,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord! 
'Tis  the  Saviour!  hear  his  word! 
Jesus  speaks — and  speaks  to  thee — 
"Say,  poor  sinnerjrlov'st  thcu  me? 

2  "I  delivered  ihee  when  bound, 

And  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound; 
Sought  thee  wand' ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "Can  a  woman's  tender  care, 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare? 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  540 

Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee! 

4  "Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  t he  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath! 
Free  and  faithful — strong  as  death! 

5  "Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shall  be — 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore; 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more! 

540.  HYMN.     P.  M. 

1  HOW  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 

And  whose  treasures  are  laid  up  above' 
Tongue  cannot  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love! 

2  That  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 
When  my  heart  it  believed, 
What  a  joy  I  received! 

What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 


541  SPIKITUAL  SONGS. 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 
And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Saviour  of  sinners  adore! 

4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song! 

O  that  more  his  salvation  might  see1 
"He  hath  loved  me!"  I  cried; 
"He  hath  suffered  and  died, 

To  redeem  such'  a  rebel  as  me!" 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love 
I  was  carried  above 

All  sin,  and  temptations,  and  pain! 
I  could  not  believe 
That  I  ever  should  grieve, 

That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  O  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood! 
Of  the  Saviour  possest, 
I  was  perfectly  blest, 

Overwhelmed  in  the  goodness  of  God. 

541.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Stennctt. 

1  ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight! 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  542 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits,  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow; 
There  rocks,  and  hills,  and  brooks,  and 
With  milk  and  honey  flow.  [vales, 

4  All  o'er  those  wide,  extended  plains, 

Shines  one  etprnal  day; 
There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds  or  poisonous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blest? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

7  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

542.  HYMN.    8s&7s.       Robinson. 

1  COME,  my  Christian  friends  and  brethren, 

Bound  for  Canaan's  happy  land; 
Come,  unite,  and  walk  together, 

Christ  the  Saviour  gives  command! 
Lay  aside  all  party  spirit, 

Slight  your  Christian  friends  no  more; 
Come,  unite — through  Jesus'  merit, 

Zion's  peace  again  restore. 

2  We'll  not  bind  our  brother's  conscience, 

This  to  God  alone  is  free; 


543  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Nor  contend  for  non-essentials, 

But  in  Christ  united  be! 
Here's  the  Word,  the  grand  criterion, 

Which  shall  all  our  doctrine  prove; 
Christ,  the  centre  of  our  union; 

And  the  bond  is  Christian  love. 

3  Here's  my  hand,  my  heart,  and  spirit, 

Now  in  fellowship  I  give; 
Now  we  love  and  peace  inherit, 

Show  the  world  how  Christians  live! 
Now  we're  one  in  Christ  our  Saviour, 

Male  or  female,  bond  or  free; 
Christ  is  All  in  All  for  ever; 

And  we're  happy,  Lord,  in  thee! 

543.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Watts, 

1  WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       544-545 

544.  HYMN.    C.  M.  Watts* 

1  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fight  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign, 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war* 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die! 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies? 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

545.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  TO-DAY!  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice! 
Say,  will  you  to  mount  Zion  go? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 


546  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

2  Make  now  your  choice,  and  halt  no  more^ 
For  now  He's  waiting  for  the  poor! 

Say  now,  poor  souls,  what  will  you  do? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

3  Ye  dear  young  friends,  for  ruin  bound, 
Amidst  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  seek  to  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Your  sports,  and  all  your  glittering  toys, 
Compared  with  our  celestial  joys, 
Like  momentary  dreams  appear! 
Come,  go  with  us; — your  souls  are  dear. 

5  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name, 
(We  know  his  love  remains  the  same,) 
Say,  will  you  to  mount  Zion  go? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

6  Come,  you  that  love  the  blessed  Lord, 
And  feel  redemption  in  his  blood, 
Let's  watch  and  pray,  and  travel  on, 
Till  Jesus  come  to  call  us  home. 

546.  HYMN.     P.  M. 

1  SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 

Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain; 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again! 

Lord,  revive  us! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longed  at  a  distance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS, 


547-548 


3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers; 
Let  each  one,  esteemed  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

4  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh; 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

547.  HYMN.     C.  M.  Watts. 

1  I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God,  I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands; 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face. 

And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

548.  HYMN.     S.  M. 

1  WHEN  God  his  work  revives. 
And  sinners  learn  his  ways. 
The  saints  are  happy,  and  their  live^ 
Are  vocal  in  his  praise. 


549  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

2  Their  ears  rejoice  to  hear 

Poor  sinners  ask  the  way, 
That  truth  and  justice  can  appear 
In  mercy's  bright  display. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  throne 

They  raise  their  grateful  songs: 
The  glory  of  this  work  alone 
To  his  great  power  belongs. 

4  Believing  in  the  name 

Of  Zion's  glorious  King, 
Behold,  the  happy  converts  claim 
Their  place  with  saints  to  sing. 

549.  HYMN     CM.  Rippori. 

1  DEAR  Lord,  why  should  I  doubt  thy  love, 

Or  disbelieve  thy  grace? 
Sure  thy  compassions  ne'er  remove, 
Although  thou  hide  thy  face. 

2  Thy  smiles  have  freed  my  heart  from  pain, 

My  drooping  spirits  cheered; 
And  wilt  thou  not  appear  again, 
Where  once  thou  hast  appeared? 

3  Hast  thou  not  formed  my  soul  anew, 

And  told  me,  I  am  thine? 
And  wilt  thou  now  thy  work  undo, 
Or  break  thy  word  divine? 

4  Dost  thou  repent?  wilt  thou  deny 

The  gifts  thou  hast  bestowed? 

Or,  are  those  streams  of  mercy  dry, 

Which  once  so  freely  flowed? 

5  Lord,  let  not  groundless  fears  destroy 

The  mercies  now  possest! 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       550-551 

I'll  praise  for  blessings  I  enjoy, 
And  trust  for  all  the  rest. 

550.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

1  COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve: 

2  "I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose; 
I  know  his  courts — I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose! 

3  "Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess; 
I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sov'reign  grace! 

4  "I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives; 
Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives! 

5  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 
But  if  I  perish  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  therel 

6  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go; 

lam  resolved  to  try; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die!" 

551.  HYMN.    P.  M.  Nevtion, 

1  HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see! 
25 


551  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  sweet  flowers, 
Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me. 

2  The  mid-summer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

3  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume,   - 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 

4  I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I; 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

5  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 

6  While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

7  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine? 
And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 

8  O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky! 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore! 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 
Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  552 

552.  HYMN.     P.  M.  Hart. 

1  COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy. 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore — 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power! 
He  is  able, 


2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify! 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  tbat  brings  you  nigh: 

Without  money 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream: 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is,  to  feel  your  need  of  him: 

This  he  gives  you! 
'Tistbe  Spirit's  glimmering  beam, 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall — 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all: 

Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo,  your  Maker  prostrate  lies! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him! 
Hear  him  cry,  (before  he  dies,) 

"It  is  finished!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 


553  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

6  Lo,  the  incarnate  God  ascending, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood! 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude! 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

553.  HYMN,     lis  &  10s. 

1  HAIL  the  blest  morn  when  the  great  Me- 

diator, 
Down  from  the  region  of  glory  descends! 
Shepherds, — go  worship.'the  Lord  in  the 

manger! 
Lo,  for  his  guard,  the  bright  angels  attend! 

CHORUS. 

2  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 

ing, [aid!. 

Shine  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  youri 
Star  in  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guides  where  the infantltedeemer  was  laid. 

3  Lo,  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  were  shin- 

ing; [si  all! 

Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
Angels  adore  him,  with  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker,  Redeemer,  and  Saviour  of  all! 

4  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  with  costly  devo- 
Odors  of  Eden,  an  offering  divine?  [tion, 
Gems  from  the  mountain,  and  pearls  from 

the  ocean;  [mine? 

Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 

5  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure' 


SPIRITUAL  SOIVGS.       554-555 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

554.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home! 

0  how  I  long  for  thee! 

When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see? 
Reach  down,  reach  down  thine  arm  of 

And  cause  me  to  ascend  [grace, 

Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

3  Jesus,  my  love,  to  glory's  gone; 

Him  will  I  go  and  see; 
And  all  my  brethren  here  below, 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 

4  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu; 

1  leave  you  in  God's  care; 
And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 

Go  on — I'll  meet  you  there. 

5  When  we've  been   there  ten  thousand 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun,  [years, 

We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise, 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 

555.  HYMN.    P.  M. 

1  BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow; 

The  gladly  solemn  sound, 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound' 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home.' 


556  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb! 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim! 
The  year,  &c. 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live! 

4  The  Gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pard'ning  grace: 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face. 

5  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made: 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest! 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad! 

556.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  JESUS,  thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend! 

As  such  I  look  to  thee! 
Now,  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 

0  Lord,  remember  me! 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Calvary, 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me! 

3  Thou  wond'rous  Advocate  with  God, 

1  yield  myself  to  thee; 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       557-558 

4  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 
And  creatures'  help  all  flee, 
Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer  God, 
I  pray  remember  me! 

557.  HYMN.    7s. 

1  'TIS  Religion  that  can  give 
Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live; 
'Tis  Religion  must  supply 

Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 

2  After  death,  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity! 

Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 

558.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1  SING,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 

Your  great  Deliv'rer  sing: 
Pilgrims,  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  See  the  fair  way  his  hand  hath  raised* 

How  holy  and  how  plain; 
Nor  shall  the  simplest  traveller  err, 
Nor  ask  the  way  in  vain. 

3  No  ravening  lion  shall  destroy, 

Nor  lurking  serpent  wound; 
Pleasure  and  safety,  peace  and  praise, 
Through  all  the  path  are  found. 

4  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 

Through  all  the  blissful  road, 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 


559-560       SPIRITUAL  SO.\G3. 

5  March  then  in  your  Redeemer's  strength, 
Pursue  his  footsteps  still; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  hearts 
While  travelling  up  the  hill. 

559.  HYxMN.    8s,  7s.         Robinson. 

1  COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace: 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise: 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above: 
Praise  the  mount — O  fix  me  on  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love! 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home! 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God: 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  with  precious  blood! 

3  O  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee: 
Prone  to  wander — Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love! 
Here's  my  heart — O  take  and  seal  it 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above! 

560.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  I'M  glad  that.  I  am  born  to  die; 
From  grief  and  wo  my  soul  shall  fly: 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  561 

Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
Away  to  new  Jerusalem! 

2  I'll  praise  Him  while  he  lends  me  breath: 
I  hope  to  praise  Him  after  death; 

I  hope  to  praise  Him  when  I  die, 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly! 

3  Farewell,  vain  world,  I'm  going  home; 
My  Saviour  smiles,  and  bids  me  come; 
Sweet  angels  beckon  me  away, 

To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day! 

4  When  to  that  blessed  world  I  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies, 
This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell, 
"My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well!" 

5  Then  shall  I  see  my  blessed  God, 
And  praise  him  in  his  bright  abode; 
^My  theme,  through  all  eternity, 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be! 

561.  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives; 
What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives! 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead; 
He  lives,  my  ever  living  Head! 

2  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love; 
He  lives  to  plead  lor  me  above; 
He  lives,  my  hungry  soul  to  feed; 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need; 

3  He  lives  to  grant  me  rich  supply; 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  his  eye; 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint; 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint; 


562  SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

4  He  lives  to  silence  all  my  fears; 
He  lives  to  stop  and  wipe  my  tears; 
He  lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart; 
He  lives,  all  blessings  to  impart; 

5  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name; 

He  lives — my  Jesus — still  the  same! 
O  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 
"I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives!" 

562.  An  emblem  of  man.        P.  M. 

1  HAIL,  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow, 

Learn  with  me  your  certain  doom, 
Learn  with  me  your  fate  to  morrow — 

Dead — perhaps  laid  in  the  tomb! 
See  all  nature  fading,  dying; 

Silent,  all  things  seem  to  mourn; 
Life  from  vegetation  flying, 

Calls  to  mind  the  mould'ring  urn. 

2  Lo,  in  yonder  forest  standing, 

Lofty  cedars,  how  they  nod! 
Scenes  of  nature,  how  surprising, 

Read  in  nature,  nature's  God! 
While  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping 

Leaves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees, 
Annually  our  friends  are  dropping; 

We  are  like  to  one  of  these. 

3  Hollow  winds  about  me  roaring, 

Noisy  waters  round  me  rise, 
While  I  sit  my  fate  deploring, 

Tears  fast  streaming  from  my  eyes. 
What  to  me  is  autumn's  treasure, 

Since  I  know  no  earthly  joy? 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      563-564 

Long  have  I  lost  all  youthful  pleasure; 
Time  will  health  and  youth  destroy. 

4  Fast  my  sun  of  life's  declining, 

Soon  'twill  set  in  endless  night; 
But  my  hopes,  pure  and  reviving, 

Rise  to  fairer  worlds  of  light. 
Cease  this  trembling,  mourning,  sighing; 

Death  shall  burst  this  sullen  gloom; 
Then  my  spirit,  fluttering,  flying, 

Shall  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 

563.  Mourning  Souls.  7s,  6s, 

1  MOURNING  souls,  no  longer  grieve, 

Heaven  is  propitious: 
If  in  Christ  you  do  believe, 

You  will  find  him  precious. 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calls  the  mourner  to  him, 
Brings  salvation  from  on  high; 

Now  look  up  and  view  him. 

2  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 

Runs  the  healing  lotion; 
See  the  consolating  tide, 

Boundless  as  the  ocean; 
See  the  healing  waters  move 

For  the  sick  and  dying! 
Now  resolve  to  gain  his  love, 

Or  to  perish  trying. 

564.  Religion — what  is  it?  8s, 

1  'TIS  not  to  go  to  church  to-day, 
To  look  devout,  and  seem  to  pray; 


565  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

While  to  be  fine  is  all  our  care, 
And  we  forget  that  God  is  there. 

2  'Tis  not  to  mark  out  rules  to  walk, 
Or  of  our  own  good  deeds  to  talk, 
And  then  to  love  a  secret  crime, 
And  to  mis-spend  and  waste  our  time. 

3  'Tis  not  to  wear  the  Christian's  dress, 
And  love  to  all  mankind  profess, 
Then  treat  with  scorn  the  suffering  poor, 
And  fast  against  them  close  your  door. 

4  Religion!  'lis  the  rule  of  life, 

The  bond  of  love,  the  bane  of  strife: 

This  is  its  rule — "To  others  do, 

As  you  would  have  them  do  to  you!" 

565.  HYMN.     S.  M.  IVatts. 

1  COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known; 
Join  in  a'  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  the  place;- 
Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below! 
Celestial  fruits,  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 


SPIRITUAL  SCXN'GS.  566 

5  The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

6  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry: 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's  ground. 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

566.  HYMN.    6s  &  7s. 

1  O  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  dwell  with  him  above, 
To  drink  the  flowing  fountains 

Of  everlasting  love? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 

2  But  now  I'm  a  soldier, 

My  Captain's  gone  before; 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  tells  me  not  to  fear; 
And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give; 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  Ell  fly! 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow. 

I  bid  them  all  adieu: 


567  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 
And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  the  way, 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray: 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love; 
And  when  your  race  is  ended, 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

5  O  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  Friend! 
And  if  you  lack  of  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend; 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request! 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

567.  HYMN.     8s,  7s.  Robinson. 

1  LORD  of  every  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  Eternal  days, 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation, 
Be  thy  just  and  lawful  praise! 

2  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature, 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought; 
For  created  works  of  power, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought; 

3  For  thy  Providence,  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain; 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow; 
Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  568 

4  But  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 

Dark  through  brightness  all  along; 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression; 
Who  dare  sing  that  awful  song? 

5  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 

Shall  thy  praise  unuttered  lie? 
Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence; 
Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die! 

568.  HYMN.     S.  M. 

1  BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love! 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims,  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free; 

/ 


5G9-570       SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

569.  HYMN.     L.  M.  CenM. 

1  JESUS,  my  All,  to  heaven  is  gone. 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment; 
The  King's  high  way  of  holiness 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not: 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  did  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
''Come  hither,  soul — I  am  the  Way:" 

5  Lo,  glad  I  come!  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shall  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am! 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give; 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found! 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "Behold  the  Way  to  God!" 

570.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

1   SWEET  rivers  of  redeeming  love 
Lie  just  before  mine  eye: 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  571 

Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  to  those  rivers  fly; 
I'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain, 

With  joy  outstrip  the  wind; 
I'd  cross  bold  Jordan's  stormy  waves, 

And  leave  the  world  behind. 

2  While  I'm  imprisoned  here  below, 

In  anguish,  pain,  and  smart, 
Sometimes  those  troubles  I  forego, 

When  love  surrounds  my  heart: 
In  darkest  shadows  of  the  night, 

Faith  mounts  the  upper  sky: 
I  then  behold  my  heart's  delight, 

And  would  rejoice  to  die. 

3  I  view  the  monster  Death,  and  smile, 

Now  he  has  lost  his  sting: 
Though  Satan  rages  all  the  while, 

I  still  in  triumph  sing: 
I  hold  my  Saviour  in  my  arms, 

And  will  not  let  him  go; 
I'm  so  delighted  with  his  charms, 

No  other  good  I  know. 

571.  HYMN.    6s&8s. 

1  ARISE,  my  soul,  arise, 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears: 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears! 
Before  the  throne  ray  Surety  stands; 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede 
26 


572  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead! 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace, 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary: 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me: 
"Forgive  him — O  forgive!"  they  cry; 
"Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die." 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One! 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son! 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled, 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child; 

I  can  no  longer  fear! 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh; 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

572.  HYMN.    CM. 

1  O  JOYFUL  sound  of  Gospel  grace, 

Christ  shall  in  me  appear! 
I,  even  I,  shall  see  his  face; 
I  shall  be  holy  there. 

2  The  glorious  crown  of  righteousness, 

To  me  reached  out,  I  view: 
Conqueror  through  him,  I  soon  shall  seize 
And  wear  it  as  my  due. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  573 

3  The  promised  land,  from  Pisgah's  top, 

I  now  exult  to  see: 
My  hope  is  full  (O  gracious  hope!) 
Of  immortality. 

4  With  me  I  know,  I  feel  thou  art; 

But  this  cannot  suffice, 
Unless  thou  plantest  in  my  heart 
A  constant  Paradise. 

5  My  earth  thou  water'st  from  on  high, 

But  make  it  all  a  pool: 
"Spring  up,  O  Well!"  I  ever  cry; 
"Spring  up  within  my  soul." 

6  Come,  O  my  God,  thyself  reveal! 

Fill  all  this  mighty  void; 
Thou  only  canst  my  spirit  fill; 
Come,  O  my  God,  my  God! 

573.  HYMN.    8s  &  6s. 

1  COME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 

Who  still  your  bodies  feel; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode: 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 


574  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down: 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure, 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blessed  bliss-inspiring  hope! 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up, 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead: 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 

Triumphant,  with  our  Head. 

574.  HYMN.    C.  P.  M. 

1  MY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 

Around  the  steady  pole: 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  thro'  boundless  deeps, 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between! 

And  whisper,  as  they  fly, 
"Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
Thou,  'midst  thy  sublunary  bliss, 

Must  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die." 

3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call; 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  ethereal  blue, 
To  love  and  sing  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endle&s  night. 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.       575-576 

575.  HYMN.    8s,  7s.  Burden. 

HARK,  the  voice  of  Love  and  Mercy- 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary! 

See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 
Shakes  the  earth  and  veils  the  sky! 

"It  is  finished!" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  "It  is  finished!"     O  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford! 
Heavenly  pleasures,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

"It  is  finished!" 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finished — all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law; 
Finished — all  that  God  had  promised! 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe. 

"It  is  finished!" 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 

576.  HYMN.    P.  M. 

1  WHITHER  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 

Wand'ring  through  this  lonely  vale? 
Knowest  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger? 
And  would  not  thy  courage  fail? 

CHORUS. 

No — I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom! 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me? 
Hallelujah!  O  Hallelujah! 

2  Pilgrim,  thou  hast  justly  called  me, 

Passing  through  a  waste  so  wide; 


576  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

But  no  harm  will  e'er  befall  me, 
While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  Guide. 

3  Such  a  guide! — No  guide  attends  thee; 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise; 
If  some  guardian  power  befriend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

4  Yes,  unseen;  but  still,  believe  me, 

Such  a  Guide  my  steps  attends! 
He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me, 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end. 

5  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 

Darkly  winding  through  the  vale; 

Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 

Then  would  not  thy  courage  fail? 

6  No — that  stream  has  nothing  frightful; 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend; 
Thence  to  plunge  'twill  be  delightful; 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 

7  While  I  gazed  (with  love  surprising) 

Down  the  stream,  one  plunged  from 
Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising        #    [sight! 
Like  an  an°;el  clothed  in  white. 


INDEX. 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have          -        -  311 

Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave      -  471 

Ah,  what  can  I,  a  sinner,  do  99 

Ah,  wretched  souls  are  they  who  hear  224 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed        -  91 

Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise          -  410 

All  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death  303 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name     -  221 

Almighty  God!  eternal  Lord              -  215 

Almighty  God!  thy  word  is  cast        -  216 

Almighty  Father,  bless  the  word       -  275 

Amazing  grace,  (how  sweet  the  sound)  538 

Amazing  sight,  the  Saviour  stands    -  294 

Amid  the  splendors  of  thy  state          -  12 

Amidst  a  world  of  hopes  and  fears  87 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross        -        -  544 

And  art  thou  with  us,  gracious  Lord  26 

And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight    -        -  230 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail      -        -  536 

And  must  this  body  die     -        -        -  434 

And  shall  we  still  be  slaves        -        -  236 

And  will  the  Judge  descend      -        -  269 

And  will  the  Judge  descend      -        -  446 

Another  day  is  past            ...  530 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done          -  361 

Anxious  I  strove  to  find  the  way      -  291 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat  467 


578  INDEX. 

Arise  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair 
Arise,  my  soul,  arise 
Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers 
As  children  young  desire  the  breast 
As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung 
As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  springs 
Assembled  at  thy  great  command 
At  every  motion  of  our  breath 
Attend,  ye  children  of  your  God 
Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song 
Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 
Awake,  my  drowsy  soul,  give  ear 
Awake,  my  heart;  my  soul,  arise 
Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 
Awake,  my  soul,  to  meet  the  day 
Awake,  and  sing  the  song 
Away  from  every  «iortal  care 
Awake,  sweet  Gratitude,  and  sing     - 

Backward  with  humble  shame  we  look 
Before  the  great  Jehovah's  bar 
Behold,  a  strange^  at  the  door 
Behold  the  sin-atoning  Lamb    - 
Behold,  the  morning  sun 
Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Behold  the  lofty  sky  ... 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace 
Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Behold,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord     - 
Behold  what  matchless,  tender  love 
Behold  what  wond'rous  grace 
Believer,  lift  thy  drooping  head 
Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand 
Bestow,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth 


INDEX.  579 

Bless'd  with  the  joys  of  innocence  16 

Bless'd  Jesus,  when  thy  cross  I  view  323 

Blest  be  the  Eternal,  Infinite              -  496 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds          -        -  563 

Blest  Comforter  Divine  84 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart  504 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow        -        -  555 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  265 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring  534 

Captain  of  thine  enlisted  host            -  214 

Celestial  Dove,  descend  from  high  371 

Christ  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme  29 

Christ  is  the  way  to  heavenly  bliss  39 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues           -  118 

Come,  all  ye  happy  race            -        -  491 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  fill  my  soul     -  191 

Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  374 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  80 

Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God  61 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  descend  from  high  369 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  76 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  78 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast  550 

Come,  let  me  love;  or  is  my  mind     -  260 

Come,  let  our  hearts  and  voices  join  141 

Come,  let  our  mournful  songs  record  198 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs  352 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above  355 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes        -  193 

Come,  let  us  anew             ...  524 
Come,  my  Christian  friends  and  brethren  542 

Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress      -  573 

Come,  praying  souls,  rejoice     -        -  469 


580 


IXEEX. 


Come,  Saviour,  let  thy  tokens  prove  383 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad          -  212 

Come,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints    -  189 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing  559 

Come,  thou  long-expected  Jesus       -  74 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord    -        -  565 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest  151 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy     -  552 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name  243 

Comfort,  ye  ministers  of  grace           -  396 

Converts  to  Christ's  benignant  sway  532 

Could  I  so  false,  so  faithless  prove  342 

Curs'd  be  the  man,  for  ever  curs'd     -  521 

Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust       -  138 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  447 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above          -  38 

Dear  Lord,  attend  our  prayer            -  478 

Dear  Lord,  why  should  I  doubt  thy  love  549 

Dear  Refuge  of  the  weary  soul        -  409 

Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  gracious  eye  476 

Dear  Saviour,  we  are  thine       -        -  203 

Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  ev'ning  song  175 

Death  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid  432 

Death,  'tis  a  melancholy  day    -        -  433 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record          -  62 

Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove  77 

Destruction's  dangerous  road       I     -  249 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep              -  209 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord,  459 

Dispel  thy  fears,  desponding  man,  270 

Do  flesh  and  nature  dread  to  die       -  435 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord        -  106 

Draw  near,  O  Son  of  God,  draw  near  399 


INDEX.  581 

Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long  247 

Eternal  God,  almighty  cause     -        -  13 

Eternal  Spirit,  mighty  Lord      -        -  475 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess  79 

Eternal  Sun  of  Righteousness            -  338 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand      -        -        -  425 

Eternity!  stupendous  theme      -        -  426 

Faith  is  the  Christian's  evidence        -  124 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known         -        -  351 

Far  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day      -  455 
Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone    56 

Father,  by  saints  on  earth  adored      -  184 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see      -        -  107 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee    -  488 

Father,  I  dare  believe        ...  242 

Father,  in  whom  we  live            -        -  314 

Father  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless          -  174 

Father  of  love,  from  age  to  age         -  185 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word           -  25 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss         -  111 

Farewell,  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu      -  309 

Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord              -  86 

Forgiveness,  'tis  a  joyful  sound         -  49 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns      -  362 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies  241 
From  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts  47 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains      -  421 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise      -  453 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame      -  11 

Glory  to  God  on  high  379 

Go,  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim  420 

Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name      -  395 


582  INDEX. 

Go,  preach  my  Gospel,  saith  the  Lord 
God  as  our  Father  we  proclaim 
God,  from  his  throne,  with  piercing  eye 
God  of  eternity,  from  thee 
God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope 
God,  who  in  various  methods  told 
Grace,  how  exceeding  sweet  to  those 
Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound 
Gracious  Redeemer,  shake 
Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou 
Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Great  God,  to  me  the  sight  afford       *■ 
Great  God,  whom  heaven  and  earth 
Great  Light  of  life,  thou  nature's  Lord 
Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews 

Hail,  mighty  Jesus,  how  divine 

Hail  the  blest  morn  when  the  great 

Hail,  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow 

Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place 

Happy  the  man  whose  wishes  climb 

Hark!  how  from  Sinai's  mount  proceeds  218 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord     - 

Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour 

Hark,  the  voice  of  Love  and  Mercy 

Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise 

He  comes,  He  comes,  the  Judge  severe 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives 

Hear,  gracious  Sovereign,  from  thy 

Heaven  is  the  land  where  troubles  cease  450 

Here  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet      -        377 


INDEX.  583 

High  on  his  everlasting  throne          -  398 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirsts         -        -  155 

Holy  Bible,  book  divine            -        -  24 

Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness          -  88 

Holy  Lord  God,  I  love  thy  truth       -  329 

Hosanna  to  our  conq'ring  King         -  273 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  light           -  119 

Hosanna,  with  a  cheerful  sound         -  169 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet  30 

How  blest  are  they  whose  feet  have  244 

How  charming  is  the  place        -        -  192 

How  condescending  and  how  kind  387 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  533 

How  good,  how  glorious,  'tis  to  see  339 

How  great,  how  solemn  is  the  work  370 

How  great,  how  terrible  that  God  456 

How  happy  is  the  Christian's  state  404 

How  happy  are  they        -        -        -  540 

How  happy  are  they  who  know  the  128 

How  long,  thou  faithful  God,  shall  I  152 

How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove  35 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  535 

How  pleasing  is  the  sight  to  see        -  381 

How  precious  is  the  Book  divine      -  23 

How  sad  and  awful  is  my  state      -  98 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life        -  431 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds  240 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours  551 

How  various  and  how  new       -        -  154 

Hungry,  and  faint,  and  poor     -        -  145 

I  cannot  bear  thine  absence,  Lord     -  310 

I  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far  299 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives        -  561 


584  INDEX. 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 
I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 
I  saw,  beyond  the  tomb 
I  the  good  fight  have  fought 
I  thirst,  but  not  as  I  once  did 
If,  Lord,  in  thy  fair  book  of  life 
I'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die 
I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 
I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 
In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
Immanuel,  I  confess  how  great 
In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  Thee 
In  every  trouble,  sharp  and  strong 
In  one  harmonious,  cheerful  song 
In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid 
In  this  thy  house,  O  Lord,  to-day 
In  what  confusion  earth  appears 
Indulgent  Father,  by  whose  care 
Indulgent  Father,  how  divine 
Indulgent  God,  to  thee  I  raise 
Indulgent  Sov'reign  of  the  skies 
Infinite  excellence  is  thine 
Infinite  grief,  amazing  wo 
Is  there  a  thing  that  moves  and  breaks 

Jehovah's  grace,  how  full,  how  free 
Jehovah  reigns,  enthroned  on  high 
Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 
Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 
Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name 
Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around 
Jesus,  if  still  the  same  thou  art 
Jesus,  in  thy  transporting  name 


IXDEX. 


585 


Jesus,  ray  All,  to  heaven  is  gone       -  569 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  let  me  be  110 

Jesus,  my  Saviour  and  my  God         -  407 

Jesus,  my  strength  and  righteousness  401 

Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope              -  266 

Jesus,  our  best  beloved  Friend          -  304 

Jesus,  the  man  of  constant  grief        -  65 

Jesus,  the  name  high  over  all             -  67 

Jesus,  the  Truth,  the  Way        -        -  245 

Jesus,  thou  ail-redeeming  Lord          -  253 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend     -  556 

Jesus,  thy  blessings  are  not  few         -  519 

Jesus,  we  hail  tbee  Israel's  King        -  508 

Jesus,  we  thus  obey            ...  382 

Jesus,  with  all  thy  saints  above          -  36 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  32 

Laden  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears        -  20 

Let  avarice,  from  shore  to  shore        -  513 

Let  earth  and  seas,  with  all  the  skies  237 

Let  every  creature  join      -        -        -  343 

Let  every  ear  attend         ...  281 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend       -        -  207 

Let  God  the  Father  and  the  Son        -  465 
Let  not  your  hearts,  with  anxious  thoughts  517 

Let  party  names  no  more           -        -  195 

Let  Pharisees  of  high  esteem    -        -  332 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue  324 

Let  Zion  and  ber  sons  rejoice            -  274 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake        -  391 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord       -  424 

Lo,  what  a  pleasing  sight             -         -  293 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  bless  his  name         -  60 

Look  down..  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye  17 


586  INDEX. 

Lovers  of  pleasure  more  than  God    - 
Lord,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee 
Lord,  as  the  evening  shades  arise 
Lord,  at  thy  feet  in  dust  I  lie 
Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall 
Lord,  at  thy  table  I  behold 
Lord,  didst  thou  die,  but  not  for  me 
Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing     - 
Lord,  I  believe  thy  every  word 
Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
Lord,  in  thy  courts  we  now  appear 
Lord  of  every  land  and  nation 
Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear 
Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me 
Lord,  we  adore  thy  matchless  ways 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  he  should  prove 
Lord,  when  I  read  the  traitor's  doom 
Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet 
Lord,  when  we  cast  our  eyes  abroad 

Maker  and  sovereign  Lord 
Mourning  souls,  no  longer  grieve  •     - 
My  brethren,  from  my  heart  beloved 
My  Captain  sounds  the  alarm  of  war 
My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my 
My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so 
My  Father  calls  me  to  his  arms 
My  former  hopes  are  fled 
My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love 
My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
My  God,  permit  my  tongue 
My  God,  my  life,  my  love 
My  God,  my  portion  and  my  love 
My  God  was  with  me  all  the  night 


INDEX.  587 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right  114 

My  gracious,  loving  Lord          -  -  257 

My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  -  328 

My  heart,  where  mental  winter  reigns  170 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend  -  48 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard            -  -  486 

My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll  -  457 

My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy  -  176 

My  soul's  delight  on  earth         -  -  354 

No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock  511 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more  42 

Not  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth  -  333 

Not  unto  us,  but  Thee  alone  -  277 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts  -  186 

Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal  204 

Now  is  the  accepted  time          -  -  148 

Now  is  the  time,  the  accepted  hour  264 

Now  let  our  voices  join            -  -  276 

Now  may  the  Lord  reveal  his  face  -  225 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone  -  182 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  -  33 

Now  to  the  power  of  God  supreme  135 

Now  we  expect  a  day        -        -  -  427 

Now,  while  the  Gospel  net  is  cast  -  208 

O  come  and  dwell  in  me            -  -  112 

O  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day  -  130 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  -  104 

O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy         -  -  116 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing  -  315 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God  -  482 

O  for  that  tenderness  of  heart  93 

O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand  514 
27 


588  index. 

O  God  of  mercy,  heap  my  call 

O  happy  soul  that  lives  on  high 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law 

O  joyful  sound  of  Gospel  grace 

O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh     » 

O  let  me  run  the  Christian  race 

O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil 

O  Lord,  my  God,  in  mercy  turn 

O  Lord  our  God,  arise       ■> 

O  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  thee 

O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire 

O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  see 

O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine 

O  take  the  maddening  bowl  away 

O  that  I  could  repent        ... 

O  that  I  could  my  Lord  receive 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 

O  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys 

O  Thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

O  Thou,  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 

O  Thou  who,  from  thy  glorious  throne 

O  what  amazing  words  of  grace 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 

Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know 

Of  Him  who  did  salvation  bring 

Oft  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll 

Oft  have  I  sat  in  secret  sighs 

Oh  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 

Oh  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 

Oh  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 

Oh  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

Oh  where  shall  rest  be  found    - 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand     - 


index.  589 

On  man,  in  his*d.wn  image  made       -  14 

On  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God  31 

Once  more,  before  we  part        -        -  458 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day  180 

Opprest  with  fear,  opprest  with  grief  156 

Our  country  is  Immanuel's  ground  296 

Our  God,  how  firm  his  promise  stands  34 

Our  heavenly  Father,  hear        -        -  493 

Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze            -  283 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead        -  63 

Peace — 'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand  439 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair  317 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  463 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire  474 
Prayer  is  the  work  the  Lord  commands  477 

Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey       -  468 

Prepare  a  thankful  song  75 

Prepare  me,  gracious  God         -        -  200 

Prisoners  of  sin  and  Satan  tao           -  144 

Prostrate,  dearJ^«us,  at  thy  feet        -  96 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs     -        -  252 

Rejoice,  believer,  in  the  Lord            -  163 

Rejoice  in  God,  the  word  commands  290 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern             -  341 

Remark,  with  awe,  the  narrow  bounds  497 

Repent,  and  be  baptized            -        -  373 

Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries        -  231 

Rise,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path       -  520 

Rise,  rise  my  soul,  and  leave  the  ground  325 

Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh           -        -  137 

Salvation!  O  melodious  sound          -  136 

Salvation!  O  the  joyful  sound           -  134 


590  l^DEX. 

Saviour  Divine!  we  know  thy  name  322 

Saviour  of  men,  thy  searching  eye  400 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation      -        -  546 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within        -  271  ■ 

See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne  389  % 

See  how  the  morning  sun  -        -  178  I 

See  Sodom  wrapt  in  fire  -        -  227  I 

Self-righteous  souls  on  works  rely      -  528  I 
Shall  atheists  dare  insult  the  cross     -  27 

Shall  we  go  on  to  sin         ...  318 

Shepherd  Divine,  our  wants  relieve  480 

Shepherd  of  Israel,  thou  dost  keep    -  393 

Shout!  for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns  139 

Show  me  the  souls  to  doubt  exposed  219 
Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive      -  90 

Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear  -  498 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord  -  558 

Sinner,  awake  to  think      -        -        -  262 

Sinners,  rejoice!  'tis  Christ  that  died  332 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard       -  258 

Smote  by  the  law,  I'm  justly  slain     -  101 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express  -  320 

Sovereign  of  all  the  worlds  on  high  51 

Sprinkled  with  reconciling  blood      -  229 
Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay           -  83 

Straight  is  the  way,  the  door  is  straight  321 

Stupendous  thought,  that  we     -        -  345 
Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh        -  85 

Sure  this  is  heaven  to  me  -        -  308 

Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love  -  570 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt  411 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come      -  441 

That  doleful  night  before  his  death    -  388 


1ADEX.  591 

The  Christian  navigates  a  sea            -  280 

The  day  is  past  and  gone           -        -  173 

The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day  442 

The  eye  of  God  is  every  where         -  483 

The  food  on  which  thy  children  live  226 

The  gath'ring  clouds,  with  aspect  dark  390 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns           -        -  44 

The  God  of  mercy  be  adored    -        -  464 

The  God  of  my  salvation  lives          -  485 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  22 

The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads  376 

The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know  21 

The  Lord,  descending  from  above  31 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  52 

The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise      -  120 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims              -  153 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine         -  100 

The  man  is  ever  blest         ...  255 

The  morning  light  returns          -        -  522 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight           -  451 

There  is  a  world  we  have  not  seen    -  449 

There  is  a  God  who  reigns  above       -  353 

There  is  a  glorious  world  on  high       -  285 

There  is  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace  284 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood  69 

There's  no  name  among  men  or  angels  515 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear         -  149 

The  Saviour,  O  what  endless  charms  72 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word    -  81 

The  time  is  short,  the  season  near      -  298 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  363 

Think,  O  my  soul,  what  must  it  be    -  115 

This  house,  O  Lord,  for  thee  we  raise  501 


592  INDEX. 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  356 

This  is  the  day  that  God  hath  made  364 

This  world  can  never  give          -        -  416 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lord     -  319 

Thou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight  346 

Thrice  happy  souls  who,  born  of  heaven  172 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life  246 

Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  night  523 

Through  Christ,  when  we  together  came  307 

Through  shades  and  solitudes  profound  254 

Thy  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord,       -  64 

Thy  piercing  eye,  O  God,  surveys  95 

Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford  235 

Thy  throne,  O  God,  in  righteousness  526 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come       -  122 

'Tis  faith  supports  my  feeble  soul      -  123 

'Tis  not  to  go  to  church  to-day            -  564 

'Tis  Religion  that  can  give         -        -  557 

To  Christ,  the  Lord,  let  every  tongue  70 

To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice      -  545 

To-day  the  Saviour  rose            -        -  365 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son       -  462 

To  God,  my  Saviour  and  my  King  131 

To  God,  the  only  wise        -        -        -  158 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes        -  159 

'Tvvas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night  375 

'Twas  the  commission  of  our  Lord  367 

Unto  thine  altar,  Lord       -        -        -  473 

Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear  234 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night           -  505 

We  sing  the  majesty  of  God       -  3 

Welcome  news  the  Gospel  brings      -  502 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest       -        -  357 


INDEX.  593 

Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone       -        -  287 

We've  no  abiding  city  here        -        *  297 

What  cheering  words  are  these          -  160 

What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring      -  302 

■  What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page       -  512 

What  is  our  God,  or  what  his  name  7 

What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price      -.  256 

What  man  shall  be  a  welcome  guest  306 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet  470 

What  various  lovely  characters          -  73 

What  wisdom,  majesty  and  grace      -  385 

When  gloomy  thoughts  and  fears      -  335 

When  God  his  work  revives     -        -  548 

When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name  300 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear          -  543 

When  I  survey  the  wond'rous  cross  316 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay       -  503 

When,  O  dear  Jesus,  wThen  shall  I      -  360 

When  Paul  wTas  parted  from  his  friends  403 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again            -  506 

When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise  121 

When  the  Eternal  bows  the  skies      -  10 

When  the  poor  leper's  case  I  read      -  330 

When  we  with  welcome  slumber  press'd  181 

Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay  331 

Where  shall  we  sinners  hide  our  heads  336 

Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord  529 

While  here  on  earth  I'm  called  to  stay  408 

While  humble  shepherds  watched  their  492 

While  Sinai  roars,  and  round  the  earth  337 

Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power  261 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger  576 

Within  these  doors  assembled  now  479 


594  INDEX. 

Who  is  the  trembling  sinner?  who    -  164 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  dear  ones  condemn  166 

Why  do  we  mourn  for  dying  friends  438 

Why,  O  my  soul,  these  anxious  cares  161 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King  489 ' 
Why  should  the  saints  be  filled  with  dread  41 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  430 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace         -  150 

With  melting  heart  and  weeping  eyes  238 

With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament           -  97 

Witness,  ye  men  and  angels  now      -  500 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne        -        -  466 

Ye  glitt'ring  toys  of  earth,  adieu        -  213 

Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm  494 

Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God  143 

Ye  little  flock,  whom  Jesus  feeds        -  165 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ             -        -  419 

Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  Man        -  28 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor  380 

Young  children  once  to  Jesus  came  525 

Zeal  is  that  pure  and  heavenly  flame  527 

Zion's  fair  courts  are  mv  abode          -  366 


